Today is my son Merritt G. Smalley III, aka “Gordo’s 46th Birthday. I allowed myself a day in bed. To grieve his death. I slept, went on Facebook and watched Dr. Phil, in between some tears and some giggles as I allowed memories of Gordo to wash over me. I miss him, but most of all I regret what he could have been. He was the brightest of my children and had the most potential.He should have been an Attorney like his Father or Computer Executive as he had a natural ability with computers. I loved his charm and his active mind we would discuss current events, politics and literature. I adored his sense of humor. We enjoyed each others company. Yes, I miss him. God Bless my lost son…. please say a prayer for him.
Dear Folks,
The dogs woke me at 3:00 a.m. with their insistent barking. I could see the security lights were activated. The dogs were grouped in a pack at the yard gate. I went to see what was causing all the upset. Two Sheriffs were standing there. My heart skipped a beat. Only bad news comes delivered at 3:00 a.m. “Please God, don’t let it be Ron.”
They asked if I was, Mary Smalley and I if they could come in, they had some information they needed to give me. The dogs were jumping up and down around them. They asked if the dogs bite. I warned them about “Breezie”, being very protective of me. One of the Officers said; ” Oh, they are Schnauzers, they are a friendly breed.” Just as Breezie snapped at his hand when he went to pet him. Fortunately his teeth hit his heavy wrist…
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