I have been looking for an opportunity since I started this blog to share pieces of that journal, but I never knew how to introduce it until now.
When I thought of Mrs. Norskog the other day, I thought, "What a perfect idea, I can share with her how my 2nd grade journal impacted my life and my love of journaling!"
I thought it would be easy to google and find her address, and write her a letter. I could send it to the school where she teaches now? In fact, I only saw her a few years back, hanging out at her son's ice cream shop in Warrenton.
So I typed her name in the google task bar: "Eugenia Norskog" (An unforgettable name).
I took out a pen and paper to write down the first address that popped up.
The first search that popped up, however, was not expected.
"Eugenia Folk Norskog, of Warrenton, died June 3, 2007."
My heart sank.
How could I have never told her about my journal? About how much she meant to me and my education, even at 8 years old? And how the reason I write, whether publicly or privately to this day, is all owed to her?
When you are 8 years old, and the world around you is so pure and innocent, you retain that mindset when you are grown up and look back on that age. Which is why I suppose I thought that Mrs. Norskog was immortal. Each time that I put a pen to paper to write in my umpteenth journal since second grade, or when I sit down to write a letter, or when I decide to blog, Mrs. Norskog will be just that. I pray that someday I can be half as inspirational to one single soul, as she was to me.