Suddenly

Tuesday my math teacher passed away. He was 40 years old at the most, he has two kids and a wife, and now he is just gone. Taken from his family, friends, and students by a heart attack. That afternoon he had been helping us review for our math test the next day, "If for some reason you're not in class tomorrow expect to take it in class Thursday," he said. Who knew the reason we wouldn't be in class was because we went home crying over the loss of him. Death is scary. It takes the good and the kind and the young. It can happen any moment and anyone you love could be ripped from you forever. Remember this. End every phone call with "I love you" even if you are fighting with said person. Always tell someone good bye when you part and smile at everyone you pass. You never know when its yours or their last moment. Be kind and live everyday like your last.