FROM THE MEMORIAL: Harvey Rose was my employer ( for a short time), my doctor and my friend for 36 years. To say he was unconventional is the understatement of all understatements. He thought outside the box before the rest of us knew there was a box. Over the years I have come to call some of the unusual ways he did things as well as some of the unusual things he did “Harveyisms”. Dianna asked me to share some of these “Harveyisms” today and I am honored to do so. There were numerous ones from which to choose, and I picked three that epitomize his concern and love of his patients, his sense of humor and his humility. The first happened in the early 70’s when I was his insurance biller. We were in his office when he received a call from a nursing home to tell him one of his patients had expired. They wanted him to come to the facility and pronounce her. The family had notified the mortuary and they were on their way. At the time either Dr. Lais or Dr. Peters were gone and Dr. Rose was covering. His waiting room was packed. He pondered the situation for a few seconds, then broke into his great smile. A while later the mortuary hearse pulled up behind the office. Dr. Rose went out, climbed into the hearse, pronounced and said good-bye to his patient. Then he came back in and went in to see the next patient. Dr. Rose had a passion for learning and loved sharing what he learned with others. The second “Harveyism” occurred sometime early last year. He had attended an Infectious Disease seminar and was explaining to me how doctors spread germs in hospital settings from the sleeves of their white lab coats and their ties. He was so animated as he showed me how all this happens that I had to chuckle. Then as though it suddenly occurred to him, he smiled and said “I’ve never worn long sleeves, lab coats, or regular ties. I guess I’ve been 40 years ahead of my time”. The humility with which it was said qualified that statement as a “Harveyism”. The last one I chose to share has to do with his sense of humor. I cannot recall ever seeing him without him either telling me a joke or showing me a cartoon. Many were political. I think those were his favorite. In the early 80’s I told him I had gone to work for Blue Shield Health Insurance. He said he had a story I would appreciate. I did, and have since retold the story numerous times. A man was walking downtown and had a heart attack. He was taken to Mercy Hospital and bypass surgery was done. He woke the next day to find one of the Mercy sisters sitting by his bed. She gently told him what had happened and then proceeded to ask about his health insurance. He stated he had no health insurance. She then inquired as to whether he might have some money saved for a rainy day. He assured her he had none. Not to be deterred, she suggested he might have a relative that could help him in his time of need. He responded that his only relative was his sister who was a spinster nun. The Mercy sister politely explained to the patient that nuns are not spinsters, nuns are married to God. The patient got a big smile on his face and said, “Good, bill my brother-in-law.” I feel blessed to have known this incredible man and want to thank Diana and Kari for sharing him with us.