Full circleBMJ 1994; 309 doi: https://doi.org/10.1136/bmj.309.6966.1446a (Published 26 November 1994) Cite this as: BMJ 1994;309:1446
- Liam Farrell
They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead,
They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed.
I wept as I remembered how often you and I Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.—W CORY
A patient of mine, a good friend, died recently. I had looked after his wife during her final illness and we had got to know each other really well. We waked him as he would have liked, sitting up by the fire all night spinning yarns, and drinking tea and whiskey. If we were not triumphant, we were not defeated either.