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Farewell From Beyond the Grave

Talking to the Dead


I was young and just starting out my career as a teacher.

Mrs Gile the schools history teacher showed me the ropes. Everyday she would come to work half an hour early. She brewed the staff rooms coffee and greeted each teacher that came in with a smile and a hearty good morning.

From the very first day I started work, Mrs Giles took me under her wing and taught me the ropes. I started coming in to work early just to have our morning cups of coffee together. We talked about our lives, students and what plans we had for the weekend.

One Wednesday I came to work early as usual, Mrs Giles was unusually subdued. She greeted me with a smile, but there was no coffee brewing. I put the coffee on and asked her if everything was alright. She smiled and said everything was fine, but she wouldn't have time to chat today. She had to go on a trip and she just came in to say goodbye.

Surprised because she had never mentioned taking leave. I wished her a pleasant trip and asked her who was taking over her classes. She replied that she didn't know who was taking over, but she was sure it would be fine.

She said goodbye and left. I sat drinking my coffee and thinking that was so out of character for her.

As the other teachers started coming in. We prepared to go to our classes.

In walked the Principal Henry. He said, I have sad news. Last night on her way home from school, Mrs Giles was in a car accident. She didn't make it.

In shock I blurted out “Just now you mean? she was in an accident just now”.

“No” replied Henry, the accident was yesterday. The family called me last night, I just came from the hospital.

Confused, I just stared at him. “but I just talked to her this morning”

“You must be mistaken, that was probably yesterday” Henry said to me kindly. “I know how close you two were, maybe you should take the day off”

I nodded still in shock, “yes, I think I need to go”

As I was driving home, all I could think about was how Mrs Giles, came to me one last time to say her farewells.

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