Miss Grace

       My heart was shaken a little when I heard the news. As if I can't hear him properly I told my friend to repeat his words. "Miss Grace passed away last night." "Don't you realize everybody else in the hall is so unusually quiet?" he added.

       Miss Grace was our school's religion teacher, as well as our daily preacher. I am not a religious person, so I did not really participate well in her classes. But I can be pretty sure that she did not hate me. She was so warm to me, just as she was to any other students, and fellow colleagues. She would be giving us some fun worksheets to do in her faith builder class. Or if not, she would be showing us movies which I found quite motivational. Or if not, she would not be present at all. 

       It was just so strange when I started to realize that Miss Grace did not show up at school, quite frequently. "She would not be absent without any valid reason, right? At least I believed someone lik eher would not." I kept my thought to myself. Nobody talks about it anyway, so I did not too.

      Once, I was thinking if I should seek help from Miss Grace, about some confusions, regrets, and fears that I have. But of course I did not. I never did see her. I was too afraid of being naive. I never listen to her words anyway, right?

      So there was a chapel on that day, the same day on which Miss Grace's death was announced. As I would usually, I sat there with my best friend, not really listening to what the ex-principal, who was also a pastor, would have to say.

       At the end of the chapel, they decided to show some slideshows in memoriam of Miss Grace. This time, I paid attention. Pictures after pictures of Miss Grace was shown. Cheerfulness. It was shown in most of her photos. She was so sick, she had been suffering from her sickness, but yet she enjoys life to the fullest, spreading God's words.

      My heart was touched by Miss Grace, maybe it was just a feeling or maybe not. But I felt much better and had more passion in life than I ever had. Those confusions, regrets and fears seem to be fading away. It was still there deep down in my heart, but covered with the lights of life that I lit. That Miss Grace had probably helped me lit.