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Resolution in memoriam

The most important vote taken today by Ohio State’s Board of Trustees, in my humble opinion, was approval of the resolution in memoriam honoring my dad. I’ve pasted the text in below – the pdf is hard to read.

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Synopsis: The Board of Trustees of The Ohio State University expresses its sorrow regarding the death on June 5, 2019, of James H. Caldwell, MD, Professor Emeritus of Internal Medicine in the College of Medicine.

Professor James Caldwell did his undergraduate and medical school training at The Ohio State University, receiving his MD and acceptance into the Alpha Omega Alpha honor society in 1963. He completed his internship in Medicine at the University of Chicago Hospitals only to return to The Ohio State University College of Medicine to serve as a junior assistant resident in Medicine from 1964-65. His residency training was interrupted by a call to service in the United States Air Force, where he served as a Captain from 1965-67. Dr. Caldwell then completed his residency in Medicine at The Ohio State University Hospitals, as well as a fellowship in Gastroenterology. He joined the Ohio State faculty upon completion of his fellowship in 1970, and rose in the ranks to full professor in 1981.

His numerous accomplishments in medical research and education endeared him to his peers and trainees. During his tenure at Ohio State, Dr. Caldwell served as an investigator with the Office of Research and Sponsored Programs and was the associate director of the Independent Study Program from 1994 to 2001. He was nationally recognized as a leader in the study of intestinal digitalis glycoside transport, as well as eosinophilic gastroenteritis, and was awarded multiple extramural grants in relation to this field of study. He also received numerous honors and awards for his teaching contributions to the College of Medicine. Most notably, he received the Outstanding Teacher Award for the Problem-Based Learning Program in 1992, and participated in both national and local post-graduate courses.

Dr. Caldwell was on staff as a highly respected academician, researcher and clinician for 38 years. He was an outstanding role model for medical students, trainees and his peers, and he brought a humanistic approach to medicine. He received a heart transplant in 1994 and continued to work until his retirement in 2008. During his recovery from his heart transplant, he found solace in gardening. Through the help of OSU Extension, he became a Master Gardner and continued his training in life.

He was a truly wonderful person, physician and scholar, and he was first and foremost dedicated to his family. He is survived by his wife of 46 years, Dr. Patricia Caldwell, a physician in her own right who was also his colleague. She retired from Ohio State’s Division of Cardiology in 2009, and continues to hold an appointment as Professor Emeritus.

On behalf of the university community, the Board of Trustees expresses to the family of Professor James Caldwell its deepest sympathy and sense of understanding of their loss. It is directed that this resolution be inscribed upon the minutes of the Board of Trustees and that a copy be tendered to his family as an expression of the board’s heartfelt sympathy.

Poetry

At Dad’s memorial service, my sister Laura read a poem she had written in February 1994. By this time, Dad had been hospitalized for several months, waiting for a donor heart. And my niece Julia, Laura’s daughter, selected a poem to read for the service. I have been meaning to share them here for some time.

THE WAITING
by Laura Caldwell

Everywhere I look I see your heart.
It’s pulsating on the stove in the meat sauce
marinating with sugar and cumin to fill
my children’s plates and stomachs.
And woven into a wool muffler it
circles my daughter before it shapes
my lips as they kiss the rose on her cheeks.
Imprinted in the gauze of a band-aid
stuck to my skin, it continues to
dress subtle abrasions and inflamed wounds.
So solidly are your arteries built
into the bricks of my mantel, I cannot imagine
that blinking embers could still.
If only I could collect all of these
hearts, graft them into a valentine and
deliver them to your sterilized room,
Maybe then your new heart would come.

Written February 14, 1994. Dad received his heart 10 days later, on Feb. 24, 1994.



TRAIN RIDE
by Ruth Stone

All things come to an end;
small calves in Arkansas,
the bend of the muddy river.
Do all things come to an end?
No, they go on forever.
They go on forever, the swamp,
the vine-choked cypress, the oaks
rattling last year’s leaves,
the thump of the rails, the kite,
the still white stilted heron.
All things come to an end.
The red clay bank, the spread hawk,
the bodies riding this train,
the stalled truck, pale sunlight, the talk;
the talk goes on forever,
the wide dry field of geese,
a man stopped near his porch
to watch. Release, release;
between cold death and a fever,
send what you will, I will listen.
All things come to an end.
No, they go on forever.

from In the Next Galaxy © Copper Canyon Press, 2002 

 

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