Doc Rosenquist moment

At dinner, Faith remembered a great Doc Rosenquist moment. When Mavis was born we moved into the apartment below him on Orchard Ridge. He was incredibly sweet and never complained about the growing number of strollers we somehow amassed near the door.

One morning when I was away, he roused Faith at the door, asking for help putting together a baby bottle with formula for a baby raccoon that he had found. Minutes later, Faith and Doc were sharing the blue sofa in the living room, burping towels ready, both of them feeding their wide-eyed infants.

One of Doc’s skills was being entirely present in any moment where his help was requested.