We'll keep a light on for him.

Today with fellow Grady doctor,  Bryan O.

I ran into him on his way out of Grady late this afternoon. 

"Today is my very last clinical day at Grady," he said.

"Wow!" I replied. "How do you feel?"

"I feel. . . well. . . kind of sad. Like I'm really going to miss this place. I just kind of walked around and soaked it in. Then I went to the cafeteria and had some Grady mac and cheese." 

"Nice."

"It's hard to believe I'm leaving Grady."

"Man. I know."

After saying that, I gave him a big hug because that's all I could think to do. He looked wistful and I couldn't blame in. Grady is a special place. I'm really glad that I ran into him in that moment, though, because we had some great experiences in that hospital together. It just seemed right.

But see, what I should have told him is that he will always be a Grady doctor. And you can take the doctor out of Grady but you can never, ever take the Grady out of the doctor. 

Ever.

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Happy Tuesday. And Happy 1000th post!