My chef instructors at school are so amazing. They all gave of themselves so much throughout my time there, and they continue to do so now. Each of them invests in each student, whether they have them in class or not. The head chef was especially special to everyone. He was the type of guy who you immediately felt comfortable around. He had the amazing ability to sense when a teacher was really getting into teaching their class, and coming in at that exact moment, entering the room with a cheerful "Good morning!" and a pun that would completely distract the whole class from what they were learning. He was always around, always moving, always joking, always smiling. I believe that he was a Christian.
Chef Donald Hauck did so much for the Columbus restaurant industry. He was a mentor to many who are now executive chefs themselves. He has many friends and family who loved him very dearly.
Chef Hauck died on Thursday, March 8th.
At his funeral, his life was celebrated. Many stories were told, stories from kitchens and restaurants; stories of how he proposed to a nun with a "diamond ring" from a gumball machine in front of all the other sisters and her mother; stories of him cooking eggs at the age of five, standing on a chair so he could reach the stove; a story about how he didn't care about school until he was told that if he didn't do well in school, he would never be able to read cook books; and many other stories.
It's funny how loss doesn't sink in at first. If we don't see the person actually dead, we tend to have a trigger in our mind that switches on and tells us that they're not really dead, they're just not around anymore. I suppose that is what funerals are for. Funerals help us grasp loss.
It's funny how even though we know that a person is in Heaven and having a blast, we still grieve some. I suppose that we are more grieving our loss than their passing. It is easier, though, if they are a Christian, because you know that they are not truly gone forever.
So we must go on, we must get back to our daily lives. I know that when I go back to my school for any reason, it will be strange not to see him there. I know that I will be looking around, expecting him to ask how I'm doing, and to tell some joke or another. And he won't be there. But that's a part of life. We love and we lose, and we learn to love those we still have even more. Life is precious.
~ Liz ~
It's funny how even though we know that a person is in Heaven and having a blast, we still grieve some. I suppose that we are more grieving our loss than their passing. It is easier, though, if they are a Christian, because you know that they are not truly gone forever.
So we must go on, we must get back to our daily lives. I know that when I go back to my school for any reason, it will be strange not to see him there. I know that I will be looking around, expecting him to ask how I'm doing, and to tell some joke or another. And he won't be there. But that's a part of life. We love and we lose, and we learn to love those we still have even more. Life is precious.
~ Liz ~
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