Morrie died. I cried. I lost a teacher. I have no idea how Morrie looked like. I have never seen him. I wasn't even by his side when he left. But Mitch told me everything. Morrie was a teacher everyone wanted to have...... There's not gonna be anyone close enough to be another Morrie. Yes.... good old Morrie....

"What are u doing"

"I finished the book, Morrie died. He was such a nice man"

"You know it would come, dont u? You know Morrie will die at the end. You know it all the while, dont you?"

"I know..... but I........... I can't help it........."


I played the scene in my head. Morrie was on his bed. He could hardly speak. Mitch was there. He saw Morrie decay away, The ALS he suffered shrunk his muscles, his body getting smaller everdyay. But that didn't made him feel sorry for himself. He told us all about life. What life should be. How we place value in all the wrong things. Morrie taught me how precious every moment is. I'm grateful for that.

It was time for him to go. Mitch didn't know how to say goodbye. Morrie's feeble hands held Mitch's, placing it on his own chest, his heart. "Mitch...., this is how we say goodbye........"

Morrie died in serenity. And that is how he wanted it to be.

But I know Morrie lived on in our hearts. Mitch made it possible with the book. His tale, his tuedays with Morrie shall always touch our hearts, filling our hearts with the warmth of humanity and love.

The book will be there, in that particular shelf, at that particular spot. And I know that the next reader who picks it up, would have very much wished that he had a teacher like Morrie.