Sad story

The father of a boy in my daughter’s 2nd grade class died of a heart attack on Saturday. He was 40 years old.

          The boy showed up for school on Monday because the mother wanted to keep things as normal as possible for him. One of the tasks that the kids do every Monday morning is write a journal entry on what happened over the weekend.

          The boys’ journal entry started like this: “I stood on the treadmill and watched my father take his last breath on this earth.”

          Wow.