The Summer Holiday ended just two days ago and I went back to school. As the title says, today I came to school, just to hear that one of our most belowed teachers killed himself today during midnight. It was a very enlightening and interesting situation to be honest. He has been in our school for more than 20 years and he was one of those unique teachers, that no one can replace. He was our Swedish teacher, studying the language was agonizing but the classes weren't so bad when he was teaching. (He was our only Swedish teacher) This event was very unexpected, since he was always happy, fair, funny and he had his own unique way to teach us. Our school has maybe 15 teachers, maybe four of them are really awesome and the others are average, now we only have three awesome teachers. I didn't cry shadap, only some liquid substance formed around my eyeballs and evaporated in a few moments. Few people were crying and sneezing in the school's memorial ceremony but for me it was also a very interesting situation that I've never felt before. I saw the teacher alive, less than 48 hours ago. Instantaneously I began to wonder why and how he did it, rather than cry over the spilt milk. He was quite old, maybe little less than 60 years old, maybe he was diagnosed with a lethal disease, which would explain the sudden death, because fighting the disease would've been pointless but on the other hand, it's possible that he hid his feelings for all of these years.
I've seen my share (been to about 50 funerals, mostly family). And emotional attachment to a person really is the measure for if you are mourning etc. Depends how close you where.