today at school we got an announcement that a good teacher and a generally good person, died of a heart attack… he ironicly was in the best shape of his life apart from a bad knee…
anyway even though I barely knew him he was there when I did need help. the reason I do feel sad for his death is he impacted so many yet he got so little recognition for it… hence the whole 'good person' thing. many of these people were my friends… including one girl whom I actually seem to care about but don't know why… the saddest thing was is his greatest dream was never accomplished (becoming head of the school board) yeah the goal doesn't seem as amazing as he made it sound but to him it was everything.
the story was is he went into the hospital originally because his back was bothering him and when he was about to open the door to leave when he collapsed, unconsious(excuse my spelling). from that day on he battled a sickness that for some reason could not be diagnosed so the cause of the heart attack is as of yet unknown.
well the point of this thread is because I'm just sad and trying to feel better by talking about it…
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sigh... a heart attack takes the life of another person...
A fellow student of mine also died of a heart attack about a year ago. It was really sudden, though I don't remember much about any sickness she was going through at the time. The whole school was abuzz about it and we had a front page dedicated to her in the newspaper.
In conclusion, heart attacks suck (obviously). They're unexpected and can take a loved one away in an instant. My mom had one years ago, but luckily she's been heart attack free since then.
I'm sorry for your loss, I hope you feel better soon.
My dad had a major heart attack in 2003. He should've died: we knew he had a heart condition, he had blatantly ignored taking care of himself, he smoked, ate badly, etc…he should've died. Why did my family get lucky, when stuff like this happens, unexpected?
I know I don't have anything to do with it but I still feel so guilty when I hear about sudden, mysterious deaths like that. :|
My dad had a major heart attack in 2003. He should've died: we knew he had a heart condition, he had blatantly ignored taking care of himself, he smoked, ate badly, etc…he should've died. Why did my family get lucky, when stuff like this happens, unexpected?
I know I don't have anything to do with it but I still feel so guilty when I hear about sudden, mysterious deaths like that. :|
My dad died of a heart attack about a year ago. I really wanted to say that I didn't see that coming, but couldn't. It's happened before and always seemed to get through it. All of us knew that it was his fault and he totally knew he had a heart condition.
…still. Life is something. Not really sure what.
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