finding closure

During this last summer, my doctor of the past 10 years very unexpectedly passed away. For some odd reason, I have had a hard time with this. Yesterday I finally realized why. He has shared some very important life events with us, namely delivering our 4 youngest boys. Think about who is actually in the room with you when your new baby is born, your husband, a doctor and a nurse. This is a major life event that is shared with only those few important people! I will always remember the kind way that he treated us when Cole was born. Cole was born around 8 p.m. and he was not actually there to deliver him since Cole came so quickly. I don't remember details, but he talked to me on the phone in the minutes after delivery and told me there wasn't anything he really needed to come to the hospital for at this point (he was at home), the nurses had already done everything that I needed medically, but asked if we wanted him to come anyway? I remember saying "yes" that we wanted him to come anyway and he came without hesitation just to be there for us emotionally -- I believe that act was above the call of duty. I also came to appreciate the way I was treated at the office by him and his staff -- I was a real person and not just another appointment, patient #592 of the day. I never had to introduce myself at the reception desk, they knew me when I came in and the MA's would always ask how the boys were, etc., etc. I miss that. I took it for granted. Thank you, doctor, for your professional and personal care of me and my family.