One of my students died.

Over spring break, one of my students passed away. It was unexpected and while they aren’t sharing what happened, I hope this student is at peace.

I’m processing and still in shock.

My heart is shattered for the student’s family. Specifically their mom right now.

This morning, we had an ultrasound and I found out my daughter is doing great. The worries about my amniotic fluid levels are no more because the levels are back to normal range. And she has moved to be head down, as she needs to be.

So as I was thinking about that, this mom is grieving and her entire world is shattered.

And then I began crying as I thought about her journey as a mother. Seeing her child with her own ultrasounds years ago. Watching her child take their first steps as a toddler. And all the while not knowing that this is how her sweet child’s life would end, and now, at this young age.

And that is devastating to me.

My heart is broken for the student’s best friend. For their friends and family. Their classmates.

Grief is profound. There’s nowhere to go with it other than to just experience it. And grief is HARD. I wouldn’t recommend it to most. Grief is really, really difficult to experience.

This isn’t right. And I’m processing.

I hate this. I’m sure we all hate this.

I hate this.