On my latest post, I mentioned how I was struggling with studying history for my test, but there was another reason why I couldn't focus on studying.
You see, that same day, a history teacher from my high school passed away. He wasn't my teacher, as I chose chemistry over history but from what I could see and hear, he was an extremely nice person. He shared his experience as a journalist with the whole school and I'm sure he did it with great heart. He died of cancer, and it's such a shame he had to leave this world like that.
But why would that affect my concentration? Let me tell you. Last month, the last history teacher I had in high school had also passed away. I am not aware of what caused his death, but I'd like to believe it was just because he was old enough and not because of some sort of illness/accident.
I had him for two years before choosing chemistry, and he was such a funny teacher without the intention of doing so. He was old but a genius. He knew all about wars and revolutions. He knew history just like counting one, two, three.
I'd like to say, rest in peace Mr. Donald Mathews and Mr. David Boldt, you will be missed.
Now this. The big coincidence I was talking about.
|March 13 2011, my grandmother.March 15 2015, my history teacher, Mr. Donald Mathrews.|
April 12 2015, history teacher, Mr. David Boldt.
The two men were history teachers. Two of the three were old enough. All of them will be missed.
Yeah, you can call me weird, but I got goosebumps when I found out this pattern.