I was informed yesterday that one of the teacher’s at the private school that K attended passed away on Monday night. This teacher was strong and tough. She served proudly as a Marine and our military was important to her. She made sure that each year, the school had a Veteran’s Day assembly and each of the family members from school had photo displayed. It’s just one of the things Mrs. S was passionate about. She also seemed passtionate and to care about her family. She has a daughter that just graduated from high school. She also has an older son, but I don’t know much about him. I know her daughter was loyal to her and was up at school most afternoons when she completed her classes. They seemed to be very close.
Earlier this year, we were informed that Mrs. S had breast cancer. Many of us prayed and watched how strong she was and how she endured all that she went through. Even after her hair was gone, she came to school in cool headgear….usually a hat. She made you realize there was hope. I never saw her give up.
I can’t say that I ever really knew Mrs. S. She wasn’t easy to get to know. I didn’t go out of my way to know her because she just didn’t seem to be the open type. She also taught above K’s grade level, so I didn’t have dealings with for classes or anything. What I did know is that most of the kids loved her. She was known to be a tough teacher. We only said “hi” a few times and I can’t say that we ever really had a conversation. To me at least, she didn’t seem the type. I always look for the smile and rarely found one from her. That was her….that was her focus.
Now, I wish maybe I’d taken more time to know her. She battled the cancer and seemed to be winning. Her students completely supported her by wearing pink t-shirts on dress down days. All the school said prayers and wished the best for her. I did too, but as I said, I never really knew her. In the end, it wasn’t the cancer that beat her. From what I’ve been told, she had a reaction to the meds she was taking. She died of a heart attack/failure. Mrs. S was only 44 years old. Proof, that you just never really know.
Mrs. S is going to be missed by many people. Then I start to wonder….would I be missed?? Knowing it wasn’t the cancer, but something completely different that took her life away also got me thinking. I deal with this diabetes every single day. Yet, both sides of my family have a history of bad hearts. My dad is proof that you can out live what they expect from you. Am I that tough though?? I know I have a beautiful daughter, a wonderful husband and a couple good friends along with some extended family that make every day of my life worth living. Whenever I get too comfortable and almost forget that, God has a unique way of reminding me.
Life is short….Life is precious