She could (and I use that word in the most abstract and hypothetical senses) have been one, but instead she chose her pride and ideology. I take a great deal of satisfaction in knowing that she will only "live on" in a professional sense (and then only until her work is obsolesced by the march of progress) after we're both dead and gone because despite her life of dedication, she generally loathes her peers, pupils, et cetera, and these will be the only ones to carry her on her memory in the end.
I only hope that I go first and with many years left in her life so that this can all haunt her through her golden years with no recourse left to her.
Besides, what the hell would I even impart on kids of my own? How best to be a myrmidon?