First Renal Transplantation in a Port-au-Prince Hospital died after two months.

Farewell to Jean Boisrond.
Dr Frantz Pierre

Jean, you have left this world.  But to me, you are still alive.
You were more than a friend.  You were a brother.
Because our lives were so intertwined , from our teenage years to maturity.
Together we grew up.  Together we wanted to conquer the world.
To me, you had such a rich, multifaceted personality.
You were always out for a good time, at the Mardi Gras, or at ball where
your favorite band played.
Yet, your faith, your spirituality took you straight from fun to Sunday mass
 before you went to bed.
You laughed, you joked, you lived life to the fullest.
Yet your intellect never rested,
Do you remember, Jean, how you used to push me to attend the history lessons
with you on Saturdays at Lycee Petion ?
Do you remember this quote you always wrote on the first page of your books:
" Que faire d'un etre jeune qui n'est pas spirituellement exigeant ? "...
To me, Jean, you were all fun, all " joie de vivre", and at the same time,
you were a coach of life.
You showed me how compassionate a physician can be, and how disciplined.
When sickness stole your body and made life more and more difficult for you,
you kept your sense of humor, you kept your verve.
I laughed so hard, last year, when I told you about a girl driving a bunch
of guys crazy at the bar, and you answered: " Of course Pierre, I understand
the guys.  From my bed here, I am also after this girl! "...
How much I will miss you, my friend, my brother,  I will miss your quick
mind, your verve, your never ending repartees
Farewell, my friend.  You're leaving a big void behind you....