![]() ![]() It was the first time I had seen such pain in him - what turned out to be severe depression. ![]() ![]() He was worried for his family and himself and asked for our continued friendship and support. He was doing what he loved most - playing basketball, swimming in the lake - but he couldn’t enjoy anything. One bright June afternoon, he pulled us aside and told us he wasn’t himself. ![]() A light had gone out there was an uncharacteristic flatness in his voice and a stillness in his eyes. Over the years, Pete and I often spoke about the stresses he was enduring over the management of his medical practice, but I didn’t see the depths of what he was going through, until we spent a weekend with him in the spring of 2019. A husband in the way you’re supposed to be a husband, going home at night grateful because the person in the whole world you want to talk with the most is going to be sitting right there across the dinner table. A father in the way you’re supposed to be a father, with great devotion, fun and pride. My wife has a phrase that got Pete just right - a rare combo of normal and extraordinary: masculine in the way you’re supposed to be masculine, with great strength and great gentleness. ![]()
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