Not feeling all that great today. One of my teaching colleagues died over the weekend. Cancer. Multiple myeloma. Same thing that got my Dad. And just like my Dad, it wasn't the cancer that killed her, it was the treatment, which weakened her and she lost a battle to an infection. She had just been diagnosed a month ago. She was still teaching up to two weeks ago. We expected her to fight a long hard battle and win. But before we knew it, she was gone.
Mrs Lambert was the longest current tenured teacher at my school. But she was only in her mid-fifties when she died. She was one of the saintliest people I knew. She always was positive, always positive. She was a great witness for Christ. In eighteen years of working next door to her I never saw her have a bad day. Not one. Unreal. A very special person. So empathetic and caring and giving to others.
Life can be pretty rotten at times.
