"You only live life once, but if you do it right, once is enough."
When I went to school yesterday, I thought it would be like any other day. The only different thing I noticed when I entered homeroom was the fact that none of my classmates seemed to be talking. They all looked kind of down, there was no laughter. I didn't think much of this, I thought they were just tired--then my Physics teacher entered and read an email on the computer, announcing that one of our school's teachers had died.
It hit me like a sledgehammer.
He was one of our Sports teachers, but I had never took any of his classes. He came just a little more than a year ago; it was his first job as a teacher, and obviously everybody loved him. His personal motto was "Positivista Energia", "Positive Energy"--and everybody who knew him described him as a friendly, cheerful guy who encouraged everybody to keep high spirits. I clearly remember the last time he acted as a substitute in our P.E. class--he taught us how to do a sliding dance move, and that was pretty much my first and last close interaction with him. If I had been a part of the basketball team he coached, or if I had been a grade higher and took his class, I was sure I would've loved him more. But in a flash, he was gone. I'll never be able to know him better.
He just went away that fast. He got really sick on Tuesday and passed away on Wednesday afternoon; nobody really knows what hit him. The reality of it still hasn't entirely sunken in yet. When I walk the hallways now, I see tables laden with paper cranes and letters dedicated to him--all reminders that he is really gone. But still I find it hard to believe...
I've went through all my memories of him, and I've realized how much I had taken his company for granted. Yet it happens to be that this is the sad nature of reality: you don't realize the value of something until you lose it. Likewise I feel guilty for not getting to know him more. Now I can only cherish what I remember of him, and remember to treasure all the company I currently have. Because you never know when Fate decides to take something away from you again.
May he rest in peace.
Listening to: Various mournful songs