Eulogy for Bones

by Omega
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Dr. McCoy.
Summary: My eulogy for Dr. McCoy. This was sparked by De Kelly's recent
death. Here's to the old country doctor we all know and love and whom he
brought to life.

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He was a doctor, dammit, not a....whatever. He specialized in healing
broken bodies, not souls. Yet somehow, he was able to do both. His love
for life underpinned everything that he did. He may have had a really
big mouth, but he knew how to use it. He cut through the fogs that
surrounded his friends and was able to reach the heart of the problem.
He also knew when to step back and let nature take its course.
He healed millions, but sadly was unable to heal himself.
Pain drove him away from Earth, to Starfleet. He was afraid to trust
and found comfort in the bottle. Luckily for him, he was pulled out of
that before he destroyed himself. Consequently, he became the greatest
surgeon that Starfleet had ever had. But in his mind, he was just "an old
country doctor." An old country doctor who had a very big heart. His heart
expanded to include a self- isolated captain, a lonely half-Vulcan, and a
crew made of gold. He succeeded at everything that was asked of him. Not
many people can say that. 

Dr. McCoy, I give you an old Irish blessing: "May the road always rise to
meet you, may the wind be always at your back. The sun shine warm upon your
face, the rain fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, may God
hold you in the hollow of His hand." I hope that now, you'll be able to
heal yourself. Godspeed, Bones.