It's like a bad script except, it's reality.
One of my grade 12 students was in a very serious car accident the day before school ended which also happened to be the day before his 18th B-day. While staff and students wrote and marked Final Exams, friends and family kept vigil at the hospital hoping he would wake up. Last night, he died.
Tomorrow is grad.
I taught him Psych last year. He was in the same class as his good buddy who died in a car accident that semester. It doesn't seem fair that he's gone. He was just on the cusp of adulthood.
Grad is one of my favorite celebrations. It's the icing on the cake for teachers. I love watching my students transform into these radiant, happy and excited young adults about to take their first brave steps into a big, new world. Tomorrow's grad won't be like that. We will want it to be exciting and celebratory. We will want to ooohh and aaahh over tuxes, dresses, hair styles, limos and awards. Then, we will look at the beautiful brunette who will be there without her date. We will look at the empty chair on the stage. We will see the rivulets of mascara running down cheeks. It will probably feel more like a funeral.
Please pray for this young man's family, my students and my staff.
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I am praying, Jill. Such a sad situation...
It gets worse. There was another accident last night involving another one of our grads. He's in critical condition in the hospital.
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