George, we'll always remember you for your kind and thoughtful ways. My dad and you were the best of friends. I remember all the times you came down to see us and bought us pizza and pop. You always made us feel welcome in every way. I even still have the projector film with you in it riding your special bike when we lived on St. George Street. One day I'll have to get it made on CD so others can see it. You were always smiling and talking with my dad about hockey and other things. I remember when I first met you when we lived on 7th Avenue. You hung around my grandmother Marion while she was worried about Sheran running out somewhere. In the end you ended up with my special aunt Sheran and you faithfully stuck by her through thick and thin. I remember the love in your eyes whenever you talked about Sheran with my parents. I never seen a man so in love with someone like you George. It hurts me to think of you suffering in the hospital but am glad your children were with you, especially Amanda, who worked so hard to look after you both. I know how that feels as I looked after my parents through bad and good. Say hi to my parents and give them a hug. One day we'll meet again, George. Till then we'll really, really miss you.....love forever Laura Petersen
PS. I'm so glad you became part of our family. Fly high uncle George, be free in Jesus!