The week has been sorrowful for everyone at my job because one of our colleagues passed away after being rushed to the hospital on Monday. We were having our usual meeting with our respective rectors that day when the incident occurred. Since my job has a large group of language teachers in the entire region, the meetings are conducted in five groups, with each group having a rector. My group was not actually aware of the incident, though my intimate colleague and I saw an ambulance parked outside the building when we went out for lunch. Not until we got an email from our organization head informing us that one of our colleagues was taken to the hospital. Everybody was hoping it wasn’t something serious. But the next day we were shocked by the news of her demise. It happened so fast! One day she was treated, the next day she was gone.
I have never had a colleague who died in my entire working life, until now. Even though I didn’t know her personally nor knew her name (gracious, how could I get all 150 names of my colleagues in my head!) I got goose flesh when I recognized her by the picture. I often bumped into her in the corridor or on the stairs of the building. She wasn’t that old and didn’t look sick either. I heard that she had a blood clot in the brain but the truth remains to be known on Monday next week when we gather for a short memorial for her. I hope she did not die of over-stress at work. Yay! Is this job or any job worth dying for?
In memory of our Bosnian language teacher. RIP. Our thoughts are with her bereaved family.