Yesterday, I got an e-mail from the school director at my children’s school. She got a phone call in the late afternoon yesterday that one of the former teachers of our school died. She died suddenly without explanation. At least her husband didn’t say anything about a death reason. But the mysterious thing is: the school director heard from the teachers husband that he didn’t know the reason for death as well. The teacher was not ill, at least the school director didn’t know.
When I heard and read that news yesterday, I was devastated, because I couldn’t believe it. She lived in the same village and when I brought my oldest to her orchestra rehearsal, I saw her walking with her dog every time.
This morning a few parents — who knew her — came together to drink some coffee or tea to talk about her. We made some memories together. We agreed on how kind she was, she always helped every child or parent and always that smile on her face. In my mind I still see her standing at school.
It is so surreal that she is not around us anymore and that, without knowing the circumstances of death.