On January 3rd, 2007, I received a call about 4 PM in the afternoon, with some seriously disturbing news. The call was from Leon, and he informed me that his father was dead. This was a complete and devistating shock. He was killed in his own home. I know what it’s like to lose a parent, but I had a lot of time to prepare for it, because my grandfather was slowly dying. This is totally different, and much, much worse. I can’t imagine what it’s like. Fast forward to Saturday, the 6th, and they finally had arrested someone, but they do not think this person acted alone. I went to the wake on Saturday, and there were a lot of people there…I was overcome with emotion, and I started crying not only for his father, but for Leon and his family…Everyone was quite shaken. The outporuing of emotion from his patients was unbelievable. I think there will be a lot of people who will miss him. Leon is leading the family and being strong for everyone. I feel so bad for him, and miss him so much. He’s still close, but so far because of the circumstances. They’re going to bury his father in the Dominican Republic, where he was from. I really wish I would have been able to know him, but life didn’t have that on the agenda.