I used an older doctor for years. He'd escaped as a child from the Nazi's. Very nice person. I remember talking to him about how he and his parent's got out, how they named him Chmiel (spelling?). I asked him what the name meant and he said it was a word for the yeast they make beer with. I remember joking with him, asking if his parents had tried to toss him out with the other yeast at Passover time. He thought it was really funny I had made that connection. A couple years ago I hadn't seen him in almost a year, so when I went back he was no longer there. Retired and left to Florida. Now I see some younger pill pusher in a hurry to pay off his BMW.
My babies doctor died recently.
It's not like I knew the man well or had much of a personal relationship with the him either.
He was a caring doctor that worked until the last three weeks of his life. He loved my daughter and all the kids that came to see him. He was and older man, at least in his 70s, with a booming voice that came out of a five and a half fot body. He was blunt but always with caring, you could feel underneath he wanted the best for you and your child.
I always told people that it was like going to the doctor in Mayberry. He was old school (for you kids).
He was gruff with a HUGE heart. Emily loved him and so did we.
Reagan's passing brought this back.
Dr. McKee was a good man and will be missed by many.