



I sure miss his long stories and his big hugs!!
we are building a new house and i know gaylen would be very excited for us and would enjoy listening and watching the progress.. itโs only a few blocks away from gaylen and moms church so i know they would drop by to see it often a nice bbq would be in order when we got settled gaylen would definitely like that ๐
As my Mom would say....better late than never. I am the youngest and I survived my childhood with Gaylen as a big brother. Through all of our childhood fights, Gaylen always aimed for my throat. I am lucky that I can still talk! I complained to Gaylen a few years ago about his throat punches. He said it was not on purpose, I just had a giraffe neck!! Yeah right..... I also had a right nasal
At the time when we realized dad probably wasn't going to make it out of the hospital, someone on the Palliative Care Team asked me to share a favorite memory of dad and I kind of just froze. There are a few memories of dad that I don't care for that much, but otherwise they are all favorites. A common theme is simply him coming into a room, seeing me, smiling, and reaching out for a hug! I
My Dad was my best friend. I called him regularly to share what was going on in my life, good or bad, as a friend. He didn't judge me, he just supported me and listened. I can't count the times I wanted to call him to talk about his passing and how much he is missed. I love you Dad.