One of my students was briefly in class at the beginning of last semester. I then didn't see him for most of the semester, and finally learned that he had cancer. I've been giving assignments to one of the counselors to be forwarded to him.
Today that counselor told me my student's battle with cancer is over.
He was only in 10th grade.
Some things "should" not happen. Parents should not bury their children. And, as annoying as so many of the rude little bastards are, I don't want to lose any more this way. I guess this is life, and most certainly, it is death.