I cried in the dark auditoriumas Dr. Fauci described how all of his patientsused to die.And now, less than a generation of medicinelater,I prescribe medicines he could only dream of.My patients?We talk about the weather,our weekends, our families.I shake their hands.I’ll see them again soon.

You said you weren’t afraid of death, but dying. We talked about comfort, expectations, grief, hospice. You got sicker and sicker, but always allowed my students in the room. I asked one time, and you said even dying you couldn’t stop being a teacher. Quietly, softly, patiently, you taught them more than I ever did.