Ruth Lopez Miller shared her photo.

Mrs. Wilson's version of P-Diddy...LOL..shes amazing! The reason why I want to become a teacher!

Ryan Cofer

Ann Wilson the things you have taught me through out the years will forever live with me. The classroom was just a start. I remember leaving Webster intermediate thinking how I would begin the next chapter without you andMichael Clinton Sloan. And you followed me all the way to graduation. I'll never forget that day. Not because I got to throw my cap In the air, but because you got to announce my name as I walked across that stage. You will always be a mentor to me and I love you for that. I pray you go in peace and you will forever live with us. ‪#‎wis‬ ‪#‎cbhs‬

So many people loved this awesome woman! Love you Mrs Ann Wilson! Rip

Today I have the privilege of celebrating the life of one of the most amazing people I ever had the privilege of knowing. There will always be a piece of you in everything I do. Love you always Ann Wilson! ‪#‎brookfamily‬

My breakfast. It made me think of you Ann Wilson! Same one you had for years!

My awesome parents found this and I can't tell you guys how happy I am. Mrs. Wilson and I senior year:-) I can't express how much I miss this woman. I guess it's true that you never know how much someone means to you until they're gone. She meant the world to me. The day was good if I could hang out in her room in the morning and listen to her stories. I remember how happy she was that she got to teach the kiddos that she "followed" from Webster Intermediate to Clear Brook High School. I love you Mrs. Wilson, and I miss you so much!

This was certainly ANN. She continued to "do good" for so many, for her entire lifetime. She will be missed here.

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Sarah Nagy February 19 at 6:08pm ·  

She taught me so much. I love you Ms. Wilson. I know Mr. Mize met you up there with a cup of coffee, a smile, and a "There she is." Miss you.

 — withAnn Wilson.

I usually post about the ridiculous sarcastic things I do with my students, but in honor of Ann Wilson, one of the best teachers I ever had passing, I'll be inspirational instead.

Today is the last day of the six weeks, of course I have the same kids as I always do begging and pleading in tutorials to bump their 30 to a 70, but one kid, they've been in tutorials every time the last two weeks just trying to get by. They studied their heart out for the last test and got a 40, failing for the 6 weeks. They then kept coming so that they may pass the retake. After 30 minutes today, they came up and handed in the test, completely blank.

Student: Coach I can't do it.
Me:Yes you can
Student: I suck at math, just let me fail. 
Me: Go finish it.
Student: Tutorials are over, I failed. My parents don't care. 
Me: Stop feeling sorry for yourself. I've seen you do the work, I've watched you. Yes it may take you longer, but it's in that head of yours. Everyone has let you quit, everyone has told you you suck at math. Stop believing them and start proving them wrong. 
Student: but-
Me: You will sit and finish this test and you will get everything right or we'll sit here until class starts tomorrow morning trying.

1.5 hours later, after plenty of tears, all of those 18 questions were right.

August 1971....I love you mom. One of my favorite pictures. Always thought you looked so beautiful in this one. Not ready to say goodbye but I know Grammy and granddaddy. Hope as well as dad are waiting for you. When I see you again you'll be even more beautiful than in this picture. I promise to be strong for Christina and Jeff. You've fought so hard and you did it for us. I love you so very much!

Ms. Wilson, I haven't heard the latest on your condition, but these messages aren't painting a rosy picture. I just wanted you to know that you were an inspiration to me as a teacher at Webster. While the kids bellyached about the homework you assigned, they loved you. They knew it was necessary to practice. My classes got pretty loud at times -- and my voice would occasionally boom down the hallway -- but I always knew when your kids were in trouble. My classes even got quiet when they heard your infamous yardstick slapped down on a desk. My kids would roll their eyes and know they were in for a tough time when they reported to your class. But, one of my favorite memories occurred one afternoon when a student obviously crossed the line. I heard your door slam and the sound of shoes carrying this male student as fast as they would go. You came scurrying out of your classroom saying all sorts of unintelligible things, waving a broken yardstick as you gave chase. As best as I recall it, you said something about where the remnants of the yardstick would go if he didn't pay attention.
Your students loved and respected you. And you certainly were respected by your fellow professionals.
Godspeed, Ms. Wilson!

I've  been trying to watch the sunrise over Brook out of the classroom windows.  I remember each morning being in Ann's room and admiring God's amazing paintings and taking a moment to pray together every morning.  When I see the sunrises, I will always think of you dear friend.

I did not know Ann as well as I would have liked but I did have quite a few encounters with her. Quite frequently, we would be headed to our cars after school. We would end up chatting in the parking lot for quite some time. She was an amazing woman. We shared many similarities in our lives. No matter how I was feeling before I ran into Ann, I was always uplifted after. Her kindness, her wisdom, her sense of humor, her deep spirituality would always come through and inspire me. I'm sure she had no idea how deeply she touched my life and the positive influence she left with me.  I was so blessed to have run into Ann at MD Anderson a few weeks before her passing. I am so happy to have had one last encounter and one last hug from a truly amazing woman. She will be forever missed. 

I remember this one time in class Mrs. Wilson was teaching us something about algebra. She was using the overhead projector to demonstrate her point and took her time to neatly write the problem. As she continued, she happened to graze her ear for some reason and just stopped. She put her pen down and thought out loud while wiggling her ears, "I've always thought it would be neat if I could fly with my ears..." LOL. We all giggled. After shrugging her shoulders and make a quick high pitched "pfft" sound she got us back on track with whatever we were learning. As I look back I think she shared those small thoughts to a)give us a mental break b)wake up the kid who stayed up too late the night before & c) just show us she's a human just like us and wanted to make a connection with us by sharing bits of her. Fly high darling!

She's stop by after church on Sunday's and we'd spend a beautiful afternoon chatting.  We'd watch the hummingbirds outside on my patio.  The beautiful graceful hurons that she said were her mom, would visit my yard when she was there.  Duke loved her!  He always was so (OK way too) excited to see her.  I was very afraid that he was going to know her over.  Very special moments.
 

I was having major surgery.  My parents came down from Pittsburgh to help me.  We get to the hospital at about 5:30 am and who is there waiting for us...Ann.  She goes and gets my parents coffee and they hang out with me until I go.  The surgery was supposed to be an hour and a half.  The surgery was five hours and I was in recovery for quite a while.  Ann stayed with my parents the entire time!  When I got home, she visited regularly and brought me homemade chicken soup.  During one of those visits, I set her up on Facebook.  That's where that beautiful cover picture was taken.  We tried several times to get the right picture.  I told her to think of her students, and Voila!

It's the Senior vs. Faculty basketball game.  I'm probably Lucy at this point.  Ann and I decide that we are going to be in the game, but certainly not play.  She asked me to get my son's Basketball gear.  She dons his shorts, headband, wristbands, and basketball shoes.  The shoes made her look like Minnie Mouse.   A student decided that we needed "number on our backs".  They gave me pi, but Mrs. Wilson HAD to be Pi Ditty.   Mandy Scott was refereeing the game.  I told her to call a foul on the seniors (when they really didn't foul) and then we'd sub Ann in for the free throw!  So, she did and up to the foul line goes Ann.  She does an underhanded throw and swoosh!  No net!  The crowd roared!  She came off the court and said, "You know that was God that made that shot."  Yup!  They were quite the team.

I invision Ann dancing with Jesus, like she did when she got her new hip.  She would stand in the hallway with her yardstick and wiggle that new hip.  
 

Gary, Ann and I called ourselves the "Old-timers".  We'd find ourselves doing things in a group.  One day we were leaving for the day.  We got on the elevator.  We were so caught up in talking.  We realized after about 10 minutes that we weren't moving.  Not one of us had pressed the button to move, and not one of noticed.  :)

My words won't even begin to encompass what a special friend Ann Wilson was to me.   We always were thinking up some hairbrained idea.  She said we were Lucy and Ethel and would take turns on who was Lucy and who was Ethel based on who's idea it was.  She loved everyone she met.  Her students were her life!  Her family was her heart.  Her Christina was her podmate ~ they were two peas in a pod.  She loved each person that God blessed to put in her path.  Her spiritual example was unexplicable.  God was her strength, her guide, her all.  He helped straighten her up, put her back on her feet and ready to touch yet another life.  What an inspiraton she was to us all!  I will miss you sweet lady!!!