This man, I watched grow from a "baby doctor" to an attending. Over a decade, I watched him mature in his role, and increase his skill set, and never lose sight of his humility, nor his ability to connect with his patients. He was just plain kind and down to earth...and not one bit politically correct!
There is so much I will remember about him - his jaunty gait, his straight-talking demeanor, and the fact that he often wore his Ropers with his scrubs. If I had that picture, I would certainly share it! But most of all, I will remember the way he related to people.
He is loved by many - and I remember that it is present tense... for Love never ends. We still love him.
It saddens me that I will never be able to round with him again, and laugh so hard that I fear i will have to change my scrubs - as I did this past weekend. I am grateful, though to have told him, "I just love you, Bill...." as we laughed and reminisced some of our favorite stories.
It saddens me that the world has lost such a tremendous physician and good man.
Farewell, Wild Bill...
You are already missed.
“The deep pain that is felt at the death of every friendly soul
arises from the feeling that there is in every individual
something which is inexpressible, peculiar to him alone,
and is, therefore, absolutely and irretrievably lost.”
~Arthur Schopenhauer
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