I often tell my students if they are in this profession long enough (and we all hope they will be), they will come across trauma and other issues that cause pain and suffering for themselves, their families, their students, their colleagues, and their students’ families and friends. It is a natural part of being a human being in a sinful and imperfect world.
In the 40 years I have been working with students, I have had several die from various causes such as cancer, hypertrophic cardiomyopathy (yes, that is a thing unfortunately), car and motorcycle accidents, and even suicide. The death of a student is difficult to deal with for many obvious reasons, but knowing in advance this could be something you experience may be a help in knowing how to cope with the suddenness of loss.
I often tell the story of one of the cases I will always remember. For the sake of privacy, I will refer to a student of mine who died in a motorcycle accident as "Eddie." First of all, I have to preface the story with what happened earlier that day. I was teaching my senior English class right before lunch, and I noticed a student was on his cell phone. With my usual wit and good humor, rather than simply asking Eddie to please put his cell phone away, I said something snarky like, “Hey, Eddie, is our conversation about literature getting in the way of your phone call?” Without missing a beat, Eddie turned from his phone and said, “Frankly, Mr. D., I couldn’t give a >>>> about your discussion.”
I quietly asked Eddie to step outside with me, and his classmates were likely expecting to hear some hollering and the like. I had known Eddie since coaching him in freshman basketball the summer before his first year of high school, and this was completely out of the ordinary for him. I asked him what that was about. He apologized and told me he was talking with his grandma, and her house had been broken into.
I apologized right back to him and said he should get back on the phone with his grandma and to let me know if there was anything I could do. The class ended, and the kids went to lunch. Immediately after lunch, and right before my next class, one of the students from that class said she talked with Eddie during lunch, and he said everything between us was fine, and he even went so far as to tell “Rosemary” that I was his favorite teacher.
That evening, I received a phone call from my department chair who told me Eddie had been killed in a motorcycle accident and that the next day my classroom would be used as a place for his classmates and friends to come and try to deal with this sudden and tragic loss. Needless to say, it was one of the most difficult days of my 40-year teaching career. My principal had even talked with me before I got into my classroom and asked me how I was doing.