Wow, that's hard to know how to deal with. When I was in elementary school, the younger (!) sister of a classmate of mine died of leukemia. It was quite a drawn-out illness, during which my classmate was periodically hospitalized to give his sister bone marrow transplants. I clearly remember our teacher explaining to us what that meant, and that he would be okay and come back to class.
Which he did, but unfortunately his sister did eventually die. There was a memorial wall-hanging type thing that was made in her honor, which I believe is still hanging on the school to this day.
I don't remember my specific thoughts -- I wish I did -- but I do vividly remember feeling really uncomfortable and anxious. I had a sense of relief that it wasn't someone close to me who had died, but I also felt guilty for feeling that way. I don't think my parents talked to me about what had happened, though they probably should have.
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Date: 2006-01-25 08:08 am (UTC)Which he did, but unfortunately his sister did eventually die. There was a memorial wall-hanging type thing that was made in her honor, which I believe is still hanging on the school to this day.
I don't remember my specific thoughts -- I wish I did -- but I do vividly remember feeling really uncomfortable and anxious. I had a sense of relief that it wasn't someone close to me who had died, but I also felt guilty for feeling that way. I don't think my parents talked to me about what had happened, though they probably should have.