September 11th, 2007

rip

One of my father’s closest friends, the man who mentored him in the early years of his private practice, died yesterday.

He was in his 80s and had been moved into hospice, but it wasn’t more than two years ago that he was still assisting my dad.

My mom said she hasn’t seen my dad this devastated but once before, and she had never wanted to see it again.

I know it’s hard for him, being a doctor, to have people die. Particularly those who are so close. It’s hard for us as well, those who are around him, to watch someone so generally happy and ready to see the best in every situation, crushed.

September will never be a happy month because of 9/11, and now, because of this.

RIP Leo