September Mourning (Laura's story)

As I turned the corner on my way back to the classroom my eye caught a familiar face. I looked at her and she back at me with the same, “Don’t I know you?” look. With just a few questions, we figured out that Laura’s husband and my wife had worked together years ago. I was relieved to have discovered the connection.

I casually asked, “What brings you here?”, thinking that would make good conversation. She hesitated, looked away for a moment, and then back at me. “I’m the guest speaker. I’m here to share my story,” she said softly. My mind raced, trying to process the impact of what she had just said, considering where we were.