Farewell

"Will you still go to our departmental Xmas party?" It was the shaky voice of my colleague after attending the funeral service of my respectable patient last night.

I said yes. It wasn't that I did not shiver after temperature plunged from 20 degrees Celsius to five degrees. I did. No, the uneasy feeling of transit from a memorial service to a social event with party theme is difficult to shake off. And, I didn't miss the party that much. Going to say goodbye to my patient is even more meaningful. After looking after my patient for few months, I had never realized how awe-inspiring he was – not until I heard the obituary read by his daughter. It's really hard to say that I looked after him when I found out I knew so little about my patient before.

Actually, I'm going to say that I started to love my patient since last night.