The love of my life worked at an O.B. clinic until Friday last. Yesterday we attended the memorial service of the O.B. Doctor who's great grandfather opened the clinic in 1925. Seeing the clinic close would have been the saddest thing Dr. H could imagine. Not wanting to be around for it he took his life on June 7th. It has been an emotion roller coaster the last 10 days. It was a wonderful service. My heart breaks for his family and friends who are left with questions that will never be answered. In the end all that can really be said is that it was a senseless loss. Dr. H didn't have a Clarence around to show him what a wonderful life he really had. The news paper put an anti Obama spin on the story saying that it was not Kaiser that caused the clinic to close but rather Obamacare. All I have to say to that is BULL-SHIT. I was there for the negotiations. I tried to get them to change their mind. I am sad and angry about the loss of this Doctor. He was a very good man as far as men go. As a testament to that I estimate the number of persons at his memorial to be over 2000. In celebration of his life they danced to a New Orleans Jazz band and the second line had his six.
I still tear up. Our world is changing. I am not sure I like the direction it is going.
In the infusion room I see people fighting for their lives. They hope for weeks, months, years. This man who had it all and then some. This man who was loved by all who knew him. This man who had helped so many and brought over 6000 children into the world took his own life.
I feel like my home town has lost one of the good guys. I feel ripped off.