Sunday, October 06, 2002

 

I'm a bit sad today. My eye doctor died in a plane crash. I first went to him in 1980 when my regular eye doctor told me I had to have surgery if I wanted to wear contact lenses. My dad's insurance company wanted a second opinion. Dr. Keverline said I didn't need surgery after all. I was relieved. So were my parents.

But Dr. Keverline was more than an eye doctor/surgeon. He contributed a lot to two communities -- his hometown as well as my hometown, in which he opened an office in the mid-80s. I get confused when good people die. As much as I try to make sense of it, I can't. Maybe I'm not supposed to. Reading
Sylvia Browne helps a little, but I still can't help being confused. Someday I hope I understand.

posted by Anne 10/06/2002 10:52:00 AM