deejeff442
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i have been taking piano lessons for about a year now.my teacher is around my age 42.i consider her a good friend at this point.after a lesson we usually talk a while.she is a great person she lives with her husband,mom and 14 yr old daughter.
today i had my usual lesson.i showed up and the student before me usually runs a bit late so i sit in the living room for 5-10 minutes.so i got there today sat in the living room. yana my teacher(she is from russia) let the girl out the front door then says ready jeff.so i get up and usually start with a joke of some sort.last week she hurt her foot and i asked how it was.she looked depressed.she wasnt crying but her eyes were glassed over.i sat on the piano bench and looked at her i knew something was wrong.i asked? she said her husband died saturday.omg a chill went right through me.i have talked to eric a bunch of time before and after lessons. i helped him re brick his mailbox one time when somebody ran it over.now i asked.what happened? this is where is gets bad.she said he killed himself.i felt like i turned white as a ghost.saturday morning she had 3 piano lessons to give.9:30 am she was talking to him to go out on a boat after her lessons.he said ok.he was talking on the phone with his daughter from another marriage.so her first student showed up.at 10.at around 10:20 she heard two loud bangs.she dont know what guns sound like.she said the neighbors blow off fireworks here and there so thought nothing about it.so she went through 3 lessons 2 hours later.she went looking for him to go out on the boat.he left suicide notes and his will in a folder on the bed.took his gun ,went outside during the first lesson and shot himself twice in the chest.i didnt even touch one key on the piano i just sat and talked for over an hour with her.now she has no idea what to do.it is a sad day for me.
today i had my usual lesson.i showed up and the student before me usually runs a bit late so i sit in the living room for 5-10 minutes.so i got there today sat in the living room. yana my teacher(she is from russia) let the girl out the front door then says ready jeff.so i get up and usually start with a joke of some sort.last week she hurt her foot and i asked how it was.she looked depressed.she wasnt crying but her eyes were glassed over.i sat on the piano bench and looked at her i knew something was wrong.i asked? she said her husband died saturday.omg a chill went right through me.i have talked to eric a bunch of time before and after lessons. i helped him re brick his mailbox one time when somebody ran it over.now i asked.what happened? this is where is gets bad.she said he killed himself.i felt like i turned white as a ghost.saturday morning she had 3 piano lessons to give.9:30 am she was talking to him to go out on a boat after her lessons.he said ok.he was talking on the phone with his daughter from another marriage.so her first student showed up.at 10.at around 10:20 she heard two loud bangs.she dont know what guns sound like.she said the neighbors blow off fireworks here and there so thought nothing about it.so she went through 3 lessons 2 hours later.she went looking for him to go out on the boat.he left suicide notes and his will in a folder on the bed.took his gun ,went outside during the first lesson and shot himself twice in the chest.i didnt even touch one key on the piano i just sat and talked for over an hour with her.now she has no idea what to do.it is a sad day for me.
