It was the middle of junior year when I found out that Mr. Bachman was taking a medical leave for an unknown amount of time. A week later I found out he was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer and was starting chemotherapy treatment. About a week after that I found out the chemo wasn’t working and he had only about 90 days to live. And a month after he had left school, he was gone forever. What had once been a multi-month potential turned into a life that ended much too soon.
The high school sent out an email around 9PM the night he passed and I was up alone in my living room when I found out and I couldn’t believe it. I stopped what I was working on, which had been math homework at the time, and cried. The tears fell continuously as I tried to hold back …show more content…
Bachman made me realize the importance of telling people things when you truly feel them, thanking people, and letting people know that they are appreciated and loved. It was the first time I had really experienced loss, as I’ve never experienced any deaths of close friends or family and I was able to take my knowledge of what it’s like to lose someone you cared about and transfer it over to when I was a camp counselor. Some of the younger girls needed advice or just someone to talk to about hard times they had been going through in their life. So, I took what I learned from my teacher and became a teacher to these girls who are looking for an older person to find comfort and