Nearly two years have passed, and happily the everlasting notion of his death has softened - and what is now left to enjoy, sometimes more than memories, are the silly little insignificant moments when it becomes all too clear that you're literally a vestige of the one who has left you. In this way I still find bits of him here on Earth. God help my wife though....but at least for now these 'George moments' make us laugh and remind us of how unique and outspoken he always was. We miss you, Dad. Viva La Boerum !