My mother, affected catastrophically by an EHR-related medical error last year, passed away yesterday evening.
In her memory, a photo of her and me from 1957 I found in her possessions.
Her children were always Number One.
May she rest in peace, and may my efforts result in others not having to suffer similar mistakes at the hands of IT.
Nov. 2011 addendum:
Here is a memorial bench I had erected for my parents at their grave last month, near where they ran a small community pharmacy for almost four decades. My father, a pharmacist, was a go-to source for health information in the once-bucolic community of Somerton, in far Northeast Philadelphia, long before chain drugstores appeared in the region.
The inscription atop the bench reads "Owners of Lumar Pharmacy. Served This Community 1954 -1991."
They, like I, also toiled to safeguard and improve the health of the public.
May they rest in peace.
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