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One of the wonders of life…like when winter turns to spring…
is how you never know what surprises the next season…the next moment will bring.

For instance: yesterday started out ordinary but turned in to so much more
when we saw our old pediatrician exiting our grocery store.

Immediately, without looking, I knew where Deborah’s mind was going to go…
back to those check-ups with Ryan and Dr. B…42 years ago.

Deborah remembers Dr. B fondly…how she was always so knowledgeable…so calm…
how she helped ease the fears and apprehensions that came with being a new mom.

Skip ahead to our grandson, Damien, when the doctor we needed to see…
without question in those moments…we turned to Dr. B.

And we all remember Dr. B fondly…how she was so knowledgeable and calm…
how she eased the fears and apprehensions of a new, much younger, mom.

Yes, Dr. B was our children’s pediatrician…but she was so much more than that…
She was a therapist…a teacher…a friend…a confidant…a consultant…a diplomat.

But when I suggested we walk over and say hi to Dr B…
Deborah balked saying after all these years she won’t remember me.

But…“Dr. B! Is that you.” I asked ignoring Deborah’s anxiety with a shrug…
She turned around and smiled then gave Deborah a hug.

They talked a while reminiscing about those bygone days…
Then Deborah thanked her not only for ours 
but for all the children and families she helped raise.

Some people enter our lives for a short time…a brief interlude….
and are gone before we have the chance to show our gratitude. 

What a wonderful surprise…getting to thank Dr. B
for the family she helped create…
proving when it comes to gratitude…
a thank you can never be delivered too late.

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