As I was walking past my old High School to go to the library this past friday (life story, I know), I couldn't help but notice that the flag outside the school was at half-mast.

Considering that I'd previously been told that one of my old teachers was very ill, I made the connections hoping that I was wrong, but sadly, I wasn't. She had passed away.

 

Today, there was a memorial held in the HS, and as I was walking through the doors with my old classmates, everything seemed to be the same but still very different. 

The school - more than one year later - hasn't changed visually, but it felt very different. Sitting in the auditorium didn't feel right - I didn't belong there anymore.

 

I've (we've all) moved on to another chapter, which is exactly what HS was; a stop along the way to a greater destination. 

The tragedy that gathered us today made me realise that - isn't that a somewhat bigger tragedy?