Friday, March 28, 2008

Mrs. Ashley died today.

I know to most of you that means nothing, and really, in my day to day, it doesn't mean much. My life has not been altered. I sit here in my house, typing on this keyboard, listening to the dishwasher run and I have no reason to believe that I will not get up tomorrow morning and do the same things again.

Mrs. Ashley was my teacher in the second grade; my first teacher at a new school. She was small and freckled, with dark shiny hair cut like Dorothy Hamill. She was kind and soft spoken and brought an eggplant to class one day and cooked it on a hotplate for us all to taste.

This morning she got up and brushed her teeth and probably put on a sweater as a cold front came in overnight. She got in the car with her husband and they drove. They probably talked about their jobs, their two grown children. Maybe they were planning a trip this summer. Maybe they argued.

Someone ran a stop sign and now Mr. Ashley lays in a hospital trying to figure out how his wife, who was there with him this morning is gone forever this evening.

She was just there.

13 comments:

Kelli said...

I'm so sorry to hear about Mrs. Ashley. I hope she had Jesus in her heart and at some point, that will give her husband solice.

There are no words in this situation. Except, I'm sorry for your loss.

Heth said...

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Becoming Me said...

I am so sorry to learn of this. Teachers can have such a profound impact on our lives.

C-Marie said...

I heard something so very similar to this on our news.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Karla said...

Oh how very sad. My prayers go out to Mr. Ashley and their family. Teachers have always held such a place of honor in my heart so I grieve with you.

SuperMom said...

Thanks for the consolations, but I don't feel I can claim this as "my loss", although on some level, we all lose something when someone dies.

It is heartbreaking and my thoughts are really only for the family and how quickly your life can change.

Ann(ie) said...

Exactly. It truly makes you think how your life can change in an instant. I work in a big office building DT Seattle and one day a gal who worked in that building was taking a walk with her boyfriend and they were holding hands waiting at a crosswalk. A car plowed into them and he was killed instantly. She didn't have a scratch on her. It was so tragic and she kept saying " I was just holding his hand." :(

Marcy Massura said...

So well written. Such an interesting point of view- and a distinct voice. I miss her too now....

Big Pumpkin said...

It is just so unfair when things like this happen. I am so sorry to hear of this. My prayers goes out to all who loved her and all she loved....

Grafted Branch@Restoring the Years said...

:( That is sad. We are just a vapor, we're supposed to know--but it's nonetheless hard to live it, I suppose.

Kristenkj said...

This makes my heart ache. It is a poignant reminder to treat each other well, for we know not the hour.

I have loved my husband since I was 16, I am 37 now. To think that I could kiss him goodbye in the morning and never see him again puts me in a panic. I don't know how I could live without him.

Diana said...

oh that's so sad...

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