I did not know Aaron Hill well. I met him several times and listened to his talks many times and I knew his reputation. But beyond that gruff Wallace Berry/Victor Mclaglen exterior there was a real gentle man and true pioneer in the perfusion profession. Whenever I hear of the death of a fellow perfusionist I think of the poem/hymn by John White Chadwick (1840-1904): It Singeth Low In Every Heart -Auld Lang Syne. I think there is a special, hidden meaning just for perfusionists in this poem. You can hear the hymn performed by Cynthia Clawson here: https://vimeo.com/67533848
Rest in peace, Aaron.
Gary Grist RN CCP Emeritus
It singeth low in every heart,
We hear it each and all;
A song of those who answer not,
However we may call.
They throng the silence of the breast;
We see them as of yore;
The kind, the true, the brave, the sweet,
Who walk with us no more.
’Tis hard to take the burden up,
When these have laid it down;
They brightened all the joy of life,
They softened every frown.
But, Oh, ’tis good to think of them
When we are troubled sore;
Thanks be to God that such have been,
Though they are here no more.
More home-like seems the vast unknown
Since they have entered there;
To follow them were not so hard,
Wherever they may fare.
They cannot be where God is not,
On any sea or shore;
Whate’er betides, Thy love abides,
Our God, forevermore.