It comes to all of us,
Even the hardiest succumb to those
Long, clawed fingers, scratching at our flesh.
But some go young
And that is tough
To bear, to process, to explain,
And so we all sit silently
Hoping it will go away.
We had a really difficult day in our school today as a child lost his battle with a life limiting illness yesterday. He was fifteen and had fought hard for all of his life. That is hard to process for even the most worldly wise of teachers.
I taught some of the students in his year directly after they were told and it was such a strange experience. How do you speak to these children when even you don’t really understand how something this awful can happen?
I then had to explain what had happened to my twelve year old tutees and when they were told there was just a stunned silence. They seemed to bounce back to their normal selves but I wonder what is running through their heads.
For many of them, they are too young to have been touched by death and grief and loss, so I wonder if they are even able to process it. The first time you realise that someone your age can actually die. Realising that you aren’t immortal is scary.
I hope that the family are going to get through this and that his friends are banding together to support each other. Even those of us that didn’t know this child personally, are feeling that pain and fear.