"One more time..."

I just found out something terrible, though in the end unfairly inevitable like almost everything else. My band director from fifth grade on and my friend, Mr. Denny Anderson, passed away recently. The contributions he made to Mt. Morris music can only be described as priceless, and the extent to which he touched the lives of each student who went through his program cannot be put into words. Everyone has a different story, but to me this man proved time and time again that no matter how difficult the notes were or how fast the tempo was, music could be made beautiful. Each and every solo that he chose for me I can remember thinking was far too difficult, but his confidence in my abilities far surpassed my own, and looking back now I find myself loving him for pushing me to my limits. It's only in these moments that we discover things about ourselves that we never knew existed.

He was loved overwhelmingly by my small town, and we'll never forget him.