As I remember him / He had a gentle way / And if you knew him you would understand just why / As I remember him / I cry.
During my nursing student days at Case Western Reserve University I was fortunate to hear Elizabeth Kubler-Ross lecture twice. This was at the top of her 15 minutes of fame as the author of Death and Dying, a book most of us are now familiar with. It opened the closet door to dialogue about a subject that had rarely been voiced in our culture. The first night she spoke on the death of children at a packed church. The second lecture was on campus at the school of medicine where Kubler-Ross actually interviewed dying patients including the parents of a toddler with a terminal illness. It was very apparent from the onset that the mother was in the stage of anger and the father was holding it together simply because he had to. I was sitting next to a young doctor, maybe a med student, who made a critical comment about the mother to the doctor on his other side. I snapped at him; told him that she wasn’t there to make friends. Whoa, where did that come from?
I suspect, looking back, that he was uncomfortable with her anger and even with the topic of death and dying. Doctors, after all, are there to save people from dying. They just keep taking their pills and paying their bills. Some times when good, caring people ask me how I’m doing, I feel they need my reassurance to make them more comfortable. Others want to rescue me from my grief; save me from the pain, give me advice. How do I tell them that I don’t want to be rescued? Would they understand?
And though I loved the boy for just a little while / It was so wonderful, it was so beautiful / As I remember him/ I smile. (As I Remember Him written by Portia Nelson and sung oh so beautifully by Nancy La Mott on Youtube.)