He was a humble man and always asked "Mom, what do you think?" He never pushed for vaccines that I didn't think were needed. He trusted my judgment and would call in a prescription for me at times without requiring an office visit. He peeled apples for the little ones with his pocket knife and talked to them directly. When we no longer had insurance he was very careful to keep the cost down without making us feel demeaned in any way.
We moved across the country still owing him a balance of several hundred dollars that we were paying off in small monthly payments. A few months later when The Runner died I put a note about his death in with a payment. The good doctor sent us a card with his condolences and these words: "In honor of him, you owe me nothing."
I love you bunches and apple peels - Pat