HONORED ON PANEL 5W, LINE 80 OF THE WALL
RICHARD ALAN AARON
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RICHARD A AARON
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5W/80
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LEFT FOR RICHARD ALAN AARON
POSTED ON 5.16.2025
POSTED BY: James Crowley
I’m a better person for just knowing you!
We were residents together on the Harvard II-IV service at BCH. You were always there for everyone. I miss being able to share our lives after BCH.
Best wishes!
James Crowley MD
Best wishes!
James Crowley MD
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POSTED ON 3.21.2024
POSTED BY: Jeff
Thank You
Thank you for your selfless sacrifice during a very bad event. Men needed your help and you answered the call.
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POSTED ON 5.29.2023
POSTED BY: Bob Stein MD
I’ve never forgotten
Richard would have been 80 this year, likely retired with a family of his own. We were fellow interns at BCH. He was on the II & IV (Harvard) service and I was on the I & III (Tufts). Bittersweet memories of a wonderful young man whose life was far too short.
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POSTED ON 4.29.2023
POSTED BY: David Oyer
Great teacher
Richard was my resident at BCH Harvard service. He was a great person as well as a greet doctor. I have one of his medical books as a gift from his mother . He correctly assessed me as hard to get to know and I have tried to be less reserves since he said that. David Smith Oyer MD
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POSTED ON 3.26.2021
POSTED BY: John Fabris
honoring you...
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
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