When I was in 3rd grade, we ate lunch in our classroom at our desks. There was no cafeteria. The teacher left to eat her lunch in the teacher’s lounge, and a classmate’s mother Mrs. F came to supervise us for the hour or so that we were eating. One of her sons was in our class.
One day, another woman came to supervise us at lunch time, and we were told that Mrs. F was sick. About two weeks later, our teacher announced that Mrs. F had died.
It was a terrible scene. Third graders don’t usually cry loudly like toddlers or preschoolers, but we all were. There were some 25-30 eight and nine year olds just sobbing loudly. It had to have been a rough looking sight. Our teacher buried her head in her hands and cried with us.
A couple weeks later, her son returned to school. Probably then about a month after that, he said that his dad got married. Even at that young age, that seemed kind of wrong. It was extremely quick. Fast forward a few months later after summer break was ending, and we were all at family orientation for the first day of fourth grade. Our classmate’s dad and new stepmom were there, and we are ALL giving her the most evil, bombastic side eye ever. I thought of her recently. Now that I’m older, it’s obvious to me now that they were in an affair before Mrs F died
I thought, if that many nine year olds are looking at you so sideways like that, you know you did wrong.
My classmate announced on Facebook in 2021 that his father had died from ALS. How horrific. His stepmom is still alive, and had two more sons for my classmate’s father. ALS sounds like a nightmare no matter who you are. I never told my mom that he died that way. She would have thought it was “what he got”. But really, terminal illnesses don’t work that way. They’re random.
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