Johanna Shapiro, PhD.
Last night I found out P died. I couldn’t believe it – I literally couldn’t believe it. I tried to reinterpret the email our dean had sent. But there was no getting around it. “I don’t believe it,” I said to my laptop because it was 11:00 pm and my husband was asleep. My laptop remained neutral.
I start to think back to all the times I’d talked with P. This was a while ago, when he’d first entered medical school before he’d wandered off to PhD land where my small brain couldn’t follow. He was so bright, so eager, and no matter what, even in the middle of anatomy, had such a sweet smile. He was always so… hopeful.