This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, George L. Kline, 94, born on July 16, 1920 and made his exit at 6:30am, September 2, 2014. George passed away peacefully from respiratory complications associated with congestive heart failure.
He was the youngest son of Eleanor and George Kline.
He has 4 children: Carol, George, Tom, Susan (deceased) and one adopted daughter: Angelika. He has 11 grandchildren: Matt, Andrew, Kristina, Kelly, Krystal, Nickolas, Gretchen, Vanessa, George T., Emily and Joseph. He has seven great grandchildren: Dalton, Austin, Wyatt, Marlowe, Charles, Avery and Taylor.
George had two successful careers. After graduating from St. Vincent’s College in Latrobe, Pennsylvania and the University of Pittsburgh School of Medicine, he was named chief of surgery at MacDill Air Force Base in Tampa, Florida in 1946. In 1948, he opened a private practice, as a general surgeon, in Walnut Creek, California. After retiring from surgery, he moved to southern California to complete the UCLA Department of Psychiatry Residency Program and the graduate program at the Los Angeles Psychoanalytic Institute. He was in private practice as a psychiatrist and psychoanalyst in Los Angeles for 33 years.
Tributes
Leave a tributeYour beloved wife in life, Sylvia
I have so much faith, but it might have been nice to talk things over with you.
I know how to be strong, you taught us that. I know how to be happy and secure, your love taught us that. I know how to survive in the world, after all I have your brains.
It's just... it's just, I miss your words of wisdom, dad.
I was very grateful to him because his services were essential to my psychology practice. My patients were in need of medication which I could not prescribe. We spent many good times together both during the time he worked at the Center and for years afterwards as our friendship continued up to the time he passed away. He was a loving and gentle soul with a big heart. I saw him Monday afternoon and am happy that I had a chance to tell him how much he had meant to me and that I loved him. He seem to hear me since as soon as I finished, he gave out a soft groan/moan as if to acknowledge that he had heard. I also told him that perhaps we'll see each other again in some other place. Bye George, my friend, my role model."
He guided us to reach, and become all we were capable of being. His love of science was something I shared with him. He read Albert Einstein's biography to us when we were on vacation in Mexico. I was in the fifth grade and Einstein became my hero along with Davy Crockett.
His values grew in me, inspiring me to become a medical researcher, a science teacher and a guidance counselor.
I know I shared my Dad's intelligence, as my brothers and sister did as well. Dinner at our house always was filled with lively discussions. You had to bring your facts to the table though, because my brother Chip (George) could debate any point with razor precision. Dad always made us back up our positions with facts.
I will miss my Dad for the rest of my life. I'll treasure the foundation of love and security he built around my life. In many ways he'll always be with me and live within my heart as I know he lives in all of us that knew and loved him.
Our last conversation was so beautiful. He just kept telling me how he'd loved me all my life and how beautiful I am.
Last summer we came out west to visit for what was to be the last time. As we spoke, we looked deep into each other's eyes.
His eyes were so blue, clear like the sky. I felt I could see deep into his soul.
When our plane took off from LA the sky was that same blue as his eyes. It was then that I cried, knowing that I might never see my Dad again.
Now when I look at blue sky, I remember his eyes and feel his spirit is there all around us loving each and every one of us forever.