20180323.4 – Friday. – Small Moments – At Gail’s home.

20180323.4 – Friday. – Small Moments – At Gail’s home.

I opened Gail’s front door and after a couple of painful trips back and forth to the car, I managed to bring in my necessary stuff.

I climbed upstairs and had a shower and after that I felt such a lot better. I lay down on the comfy lounge and almost fell asleep when Gail came home.

Gail was carrying little Forrest Thurlow in her arms, and he is such a darling little boy, and with THAT name, he has to be something special. Everyone who knows his grandfather, Forrest Brinkerhoff, will want to spoil him rotten, me included!!

He even looks like Forrest, and he has Forrest’s temperament too, I am sure, peaceful, calm, already a gentle little boy. I felt such a welling of love for him, because I so loved Forrest Brinkerhoff, he was a wonderful friend and a wonderful man, and so missed by all of us who knew him.

I used to walk into his home and there would be Forrest with his feet up on a nearby table, Mary Ann in her rocking chair with a cat at her feet. Forrest would say, “Hello, Fay Berry, maker me a cup of tea.” Oh yes, they were the “good old days!”

Karen and Rod were going to a wedding and Gail was minding the baby, and that sweet baby was so comfortable and familiar with Gail, already at 7 months old, he so obviously adores her. He never cried once in the night and day that he was in the house. The darling, darling, darling little boy.

Gail and I “chewed the fat,” as it were for the rest of the evening and when the baby was asleep, we both were tired so we went to bed and to sleep as well.