In my first conception of this article, I was going to provide a detailed description of exactly what happened to her as she sat at the intersection in northern Baltimore County. I ultimately decided it was unnecessary; no matter the specifics of this tragic event, the fact remains that she was taken from us far too soon.
As a physician, of course I’ve encountered death before, but never the death of someone whose presence I felt so deeply in my life.
When people heard us argue in the hallways, some would turn and run in the other direction. Even more would pull up a chair to watch the show. My friend, a former trainee, sought me out in our clinic workroom several times weekly. She seemed to start every conversation with the premise that she was right about something and I should apologize for having, somehow, grievously wronged her. I would retort that I was sitting in the workroom to, well, work, and if I was always in the wrong, why was she constantly interrupting my work to ask for my opinion?