We're all old enough to be touched by tragedy

I found out, over Facebook, that one of my ex-teacher just passed away.

There is this vague sense of discomfort, of unsaid words, of perhaps, maybes and what-ifs.

I didn't really know her well. She taught me music and English; then, I wasn't the most attentive student. She was, by all accounts, a stranger.

In fleeting moments.

Not really sure what to say, how to feel. There is this sense of loss. Formless, yes. But there...