Here's what I know about the man:
He was married and had a few kids. His wife got cancer. For six months she stayed in the U of U hospital and he drove down to be with her every weekend. A while after she passed away, he married again. He had two more kids. They are in elementary now, while the older set are grown up. He has grandchildren the same age as his younger kids. He was a Stake President. He is now our Stake Patriarch. He is always on call... always. He is old. He had no plans of retiring (so he says). He jogs to the hospital from his home. He has a glass eye. He learns Chinese for fun. He calls me "Miss Lizzy." He always tells me he is proud of me.
As odd as it may sound, I will truly miss my doctor.
As a side note, when Walker and I were discussing baby names, Walker asked what Dr. Klomp's first name was.
"Robert," I said.
Walker replied, "Well, if it's a boy, let's name him that with the middle name of Red."
You figure it out.