It goes without saying and must be said

Today I went to work like any other normal Tuesday. I fussed about people and things that I fuss about every day. I had no idea what news I would get when I got home and even less of an idea how heavy that news would weigh on me.
When my son was born I was, as most are, in totally new and uncharted territory.  I was scared, hormonal, and tired. I had doctors and nurses coming in and out to see me. I had doctors and nurses coming in and out to see my son. I didn't know what to do with the tiny human I was entrusted with and I was overwhelmed by everything.  In the midst of all the hormonal turmoil my child had not had a wet diaper since his birth. At this point it was about 20 hours since his birth. The nurse kept coming to check. She started telling us that the baby would have to go to the nursery and have an IV put in if he didnt go. Something was wrong and they didn't know what.  I was panicking.  It was soon after that I met Dr. Carl Whetsell. He saw Zak , my son, and then came to see me. He wanted to know how I was doing and how the whole mom thing was going. I told him I was ok but that Zak couldn't pee so they were going to put an IV in and I didnt know what was wrong. This man stood there, smiled, and simply said, "have we tried some water?" I was stopped mid thought. I said, " no, they wont give him water. " Dr. Whetsell said he would take care of it. The nurse came back, gave Zak water , and *drumroll*...He peed! Ya'll I have never been so excited to see urine in all my life. At that moment I knew who my child would be going to see.
Dr. Whetsell .
He always trusted my "mother's intuition ". Never questioned it or made me feel silly. He always asked me what was going on and he truly listened to what I said. He would sit and talk to my husband and I. I called several times one day because Zak's eye was very red and swollen. Dr. Whetsell answered my questions over the phone ( via nurse). The last time I called that day it was about 430 (they close at 5) i told his nurse what was going on with his eye and that it was not better after warm cloths. It was running and Zak kept rubbing it. Dr. Whetsell told his nurse he would wait if we could bring him in right then. We did. He saw him after his last scheduled patient and got him some drops to clear up the infection.  He stayed late to make sure my child was ok. Words cannot express how grateful I was.
He would sit and talk to Zak. He always had stickers to give. High fives. Fist bumps. He sang to my son. Every time he came in the room it was
"THE Z MAN! Z-A-C-H-A-R-Y!"
Zak loves him and he will tell you when he is sick he goes to Dr. Whetsell and he makes it better.
Today when I got home I learned that Dr. Whetsell had passed away. We were supposed to see him soon.  Zak has appointments scheduled for his upcoming yearly visit and a physical.  I am devastated that the man I have 110% trust in , for my child's  health, is gone. The guy who took extra time with me, the crazy anxious mom, is no longer going to be there to answer my questions.  The friend who made my son smile and look forward to doctor visits isnt going to be there. He is so much more than just Zak's pediatrician.  There are a ton of other examples I could give about him, but I know I am not the only parent with stories to tell.
Rest peacefully Dr. Whetsell. Thank you for EVERYTHING. You will be greatly missed.