One's native language was Arabic, and I learned a phrase or two which always brought a smile to her, and now I wish I'd done that more often. She died on April 12, 2005. I am not ready to comment, except for the extreme sadness I feel at her loss, and, of course, the sadness to her family. They really couldn't come to grips with how ill she was, for how long. Our history together goes back at least 12 or 13 years.
The other was a Samoan lady with the capacity to take what she was dealt with a calmness and bravery that brought me a sense of deep admiration. Her religious faith was a big part of it. For now, let me just say that from 12/08/1993, when she had her first dialysis, to 4/1/2005, when she died unexpectedly, as she was about to have vascular access surgery, I was privileged to be her nephrologist, to talk with her about the Samoan football players who were contributing to USC and UCLA football fortunes, aside from the usual nephrologist talk. I will not forget her, and I miss her, dearly.
So, this is a way of grieving, and remembering, two lost friends, part of whose battle I shared. I have thought of writing to their families. Perhaps, this is a first step.