Amy E. Puzio - Class of 2003

Dear Sir,

I picture you in a lazy boy chair after a long day's work, in a house with dim lighting and a small kitchen. I can see your fingers rest on the arms of the chair, curling over the edges. Sometimes I wonder if you were married, if you held your wife in the night. I wonder if you spoke quietly, if you worked with your hands, if you were happy. I wonder why you gave your body to us? If it was your thanks to the doctors who helped you or your hope for future doctors to be better.

We have looked inside your head, held your heart in our hands, but we do not even know your name. Thank you not only for teaching us the parts of the body, but for teaching us about the soul and what it means to give yourself for the benefit of others. Thank you for showing us that everyone is different inside and out, in life and in death, and that some continue to give for lifetimes to come.

Although I will never know your name, I will see you in every patient I touch and I will forever use the lessons you taught.

 Amy E. Puzio