Frank, so much tme spent in your chair as a patient at the Faculty Of Dentistry U of T. Once a week for the duration of your training. You would later introduce me to staff and collegues as having gone to dental school together.
Even in those early days you would record the before and after transformations by taking photos of my teeth, gums and all the nooks and crevaces beyond. Each week I would take an afternoon off work where you and I would follow through your curriculam from oral hygene to pulp therapy, root canals and everything in between. You always said "trust me Brenda" How I remember the the tastes and sounds of that huge dental factory where I could see the admiration of your collegues and professors.
After graduation you took the road less followed by going north to work with the native population. "to give back".
You found beauty in life and transformed your office into a tranqual oasis with your profound photos and paintings of China. Even the wall sized mural of a forest was there to give the patients some diverson.
Your humanity was such a part of you. Your respect for all was touching and such a tribute to how you were raised.
We often talked about "the old days back at school". I had seen your graduation photo many times but was particulary moved to see you had placed small round frames around 5 or 6 of the images. You told me that these dentists had passed away and you wanted to honour their memory You reminded me where they had their work stations back at school.
You apologised for giving me "old school" dental equipment to take to Cuba explaining that they would not be trained in your current methods.
Whether it was the debate over metal or resin fillings or use of antibiotics you always finished with "trust me Brenda"
You came from a chemo treatment to keep our last appointment. I wept through the whole procedure that my friend and selfless humanitarian should be faced with such an awful thing. You who never had a cavity and said you were envious because you couldn't feel what your patients did You asked what "metal on Metal felt like? I said "trust me Frank" You who gave yourself a root canal in the office one Sunday. You have given so much to the world holding your clinics in Central America, passing on you love of dentistry to the next generation.
We will forever have a huge hole in our lives but have been blessed by your presence and dignity.