I was all set for a post yesterday afternoon and skite about what I have been up to. Until I got a call from a former teaching collegue. It was lovely to hear from this dear man, but his news was not so flash.
As pupils we are often touched by that special teacher, well the reverse is true of students. One of my most memorable and special students, was killed in a freak car accident on Tuesday last. She was 18 years old. What made me feel even worse is that her family and I were once close. Actually, I think I would have quit teaching because I found the environment I lived in difficult and I wasn't coping. They offered me friendship and company and many an afternoon was spent either around their dining room table or lounge room. Saddened that it took me so long to hear about it. One can only wonder how her older sister who was in the car is coping (she was seriously injured), as well as her parents and younger brother. They were such a close family.
A morose post but I need to get this off my chest. What a tragedy that such a beautiful person with what seemed like a bright future has been cut short so abruptly. May her soul rest in peace.