George got a kick out of telling people he was from Warsaw knowing most people only know of the one in Poland. When Jim and I went up to Washington and saw him, I hadn't seen him in 20 years. The first thing he did was grab my hand and say "thank you".

Happy Birthday, George. In the night I suddenly realized (for the ffirst time?) that when you arrived home from the hospital in Sedalia, MO, with Mom and the name of George, Dad had done it again. He had named you for his brother George, just like he named me for his sister Harriett and Charlie for his father Charles. Roger was a tribute to his second-in-command during the war, Lt. Rogers. I wonder how Mom felt about this?? Dad was surely a wonderful, entertaining and supportive father but Mom may have allowed more decision-making than I might have!!

So George. I'm dying (scuse the pun) to know what you've been up to the past 4 years! We've had hurricanes here, Vanilla Ice moved in 5 houses away from me, music of many varieties has again entered my world as it did as a young person...and I think of you, your Mom, always your sis. I believe you are with us and still sharing YOU. I miss you. You can stop the hurricane stuff by the way. Say hello to our Betty.

there will never be another one like you.

Wellll......... loving your laugh and that well-spoken word. Missing you and lighting a candle for you.

You didn't just turn my life upside-down. You changed what I believed was true, showing me that my thoughts were backward. This is the illusion, not what we think is outside our consciousness. Sometimes I feel you here, even though I know I wasn't the important one in your life. I was important. I was the bridge. I still remember your sly sideways glance as you looked at me and saw: she gets it. but I can still think the balls into the pockets.

Happy Birthday George! I can actually still hear your voice as you sang the birthday song to all your friends in the "gym" at those monthly birthday parties. You, and your smile. You were there for the cake. There's the truth.
I hope you're eating a big piece of chocolate cake today as we sin to you still! Love you buddy. Your sister's new video post reminded me what a great life I've lived because of you and Steve and Wesley. 3 true characters!

George-Happy Birthday! I am going to listen to Weather Report and The Doobie Brothers and toast to you tonight

Well, George, as I think of you today I automatically think of your many friends, like Lynn posting on March 19! How did you manage to live so fully right there in your wheelchair? You did share your light with many, obviously including me.

Has it really been 3 years George? You truly live on in our hearts and mind! Missing you, your family and friends from the Chalet still. Every dang day...

George, I am thinking of you today on your birthday, one that I never forget since we were always a week apart. What comes to mind is the most recent large birthday celebration, on your 64th, when Harriett made shirts with your artwork and the Beatles line "When I'm 64." That was fun. Chris even got out his guitar and we sat around on the deck trying to sing a bit.

I would love to know where you are now. You are a trailblazer, fearless and undaunted, you always seemed to be comfortable venturing into the unknown and embracing it all with open arms and love. Tell us your secrets and share with us what lies beyond:) Your spirit leads to courage in mine. We keep you in our thoughts daily and your presence is everlasting:)

Was looking at today's date on my pc and thought to check in. George's was an accomplished musician, but on his tapes, the sounds between the songs provide a window to the person. He's there.

Brother George Happy Birthday-I’m sure you are smiling as I think about you-we miss seeing you but I never miss knowing what a positive fun influence you are

Yes, I celebrate today that you entered this world, appreciated us, laughed and smiled with us, and entertained almost everyone who came across you. Thanks for all the adventures you shared. Now, if we could just get a peek at your current existence....

George! Today is another day to celebrate you! Happy Birthday my friend! Thanks for the smiles...and the laughs!

Happy birthday uncle George!! Continue to rest in heaven.❤️

My condolences to the family

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU SWEET FRIEND! I SEE YOU SMILING...ALWAYS BEAUTIFUL.

Have started trimming your Osage Indian Totem pole here in God's country.
The hound dogs have been singing . Will play a tune on the piano or dulcimer
I need to practice more. Asta livista , van

You can never have too many candles, right George? "Well ..." 
George you shine brighter than many candles. We only need to look into the sky at night. Or close our eyes and think of your smile. Missing you always. Hugs to Mom. Keep dancing...

George,
You are out of sight but not out of people’s hearts. I think I can hear you laughing at us from time to time. Thank you for the blessings you brought to so many. 

Wonderful brother George,
I am lighting a candle for you today, for the bright light you (almost) always shared with any of us around you. Your smile, your laugh, your "well...", your music. I am experiencing them today as I honor this anniversary of your departure from this physical presence. I believe it continues to shine!

I am Blanca Verlinde, Nurse the took care of George for over 20 plus years! At DRC Snohomish WA
Yes! George everything is “well”, in heaven along with your loving mom Thorn, who was the greatest mom you ever had, I became George Nurse for over 23 years. You made me laugh, you were the best. Set in his routines, you love DRC the best.I never forget your trip to Hawaii. But you decided to come back earlier then plan, to your home. All the Caregivers knew you well. Your Mom took piano lessons from my son, Eric Verlinde. So when my son performed, you be there in the Audience. Was nice to see you there. You love music. Thorn always invited us, For dinner. . Thorn and Charles cooked us a great dinner. Your family show so much love to you, eg. to continue active in your drawings, outings, I was privilege to gone to a Birthday Celebration . Art drove your Van. You had so much fun, with your family, You always brought smile to the Staff, whenever you get upset. I asked you, to do the “Donald Duck” impression . And the made you laugh. Never forget one day, you were waiting for breakfast, in B2? You hear a joke, your roommate was telling. You laughed so hard, your dentures ejected out your mouth, across 8 feet, against the widow glass, one tooth chipped. We all including you had tears laughing to the point of coughing. I know God chose a perfect place for you to go. I was heartbroken. But I know was best for you. Had not seen you since my last day of work 8/20/2019. As I Retired. It was a pleasure taken care of you. You brought joy My life. And though me to live in the moment, till I see you again! You are free from discomfort and having the adventure of the rest of eternity. Blanca Verlinde. Prayers to loved ones left here. Harriet

To George!
I met George in 1977 before accident on Mercer Island at John and Harriett .George played the piano.Later I have been to birthday party in Washington and was always visiting with Harriett when I was in Seattle and loved George’s fun laughter.Year 2000 we were all in Park City and we were dancing with George in his wheelchair we all had fun, I shall miss Georgia with his smiling face.-----for Lotte Bowman by Harriett

When the unthinkable happens it is a heartbreak, but somehow George found a way to use it as an opportunity
He revealed to many of us that the essence of who he was in the past was still the essence of who he was in his present self. 
His curiosity, his creativity, his caring nature - and his sometimes impish and comic nature ... those were all very present throughout his entire life. 
I’m lucky to have known him and it’s my belief he has found peace and contentment ... and possibly some mischief to get into!

It was 1976 and I was attending MU at 16 instead of doing my senior year in H.S., living in White Gate Apts when one random evening I took my guitar and walked across the street into a meadow chest height with grass. In the middle of that meadow was George,playing his guitar. We became fast friends, long discussions, music and travel. We drove to the lake house by the light of the full moon in a yellow Pacer, closed down Winterland in SFO with the Dead, took his bike over the Cascades to Wenatchee and slept on the roof of Mark Dorey’s shop. (The one he airbrushed the mural on) We stopped my Harriet and Johns on the way back. When George moved back to KC and I transferred to TESC in Olympia. I spent a summer working in KC when George and Scott lived at the 31st & Campbell house. Flying home for my Sister’s wedding, I was at the Seattle airport and found Harriett waiting on the same plane... because it was just after Mother’s Day and something terrible had happened to George. I remember being in his room at the hospital, playing his music on cassette tapes and strumming my fingers on his arm with my eyes closed. One day, when I opened my eyes, George was looking right in my eyes. He had been in the coma for about 3 months. I remember trying to be calm as my heart was racing and I slowly told him what had happened and where he was. My life after that has never been the same. I still struggle. 

My family lived across the street from George and I would visit several times a year from West Los Angeles where I was growing up. This was the explosive, magical 60's, the pre and early teens coming of age where everything was coming at us with relentless force and you either 'got it' or not at all. George was every bit the former! He was also the kid in all those fun kid movies with the basement full of magical stuff - unlike the movies, George really did make go-karts, stereos, art from every medium, music from any instrument. Racing the wind with abandon on a brakeless mini bike, grabbing a bumper to 'ski' icy streets in the winter, late night drives to the Ozarks house playing the latest Dan Hicks, Who, Stones, Doors, Dylan - George on the fiddle, me on the guitar. Always laughing, singing, talking about life, music, poetry, art, and the humanities - yeah, he was THAT kid in the movies you knew was deeper, more thoughtful, more creative, and would be the one with limitless possibilities. I got another chance to be with George in the late 70's when he visited me in Germany - the slightly older, more traveled, certainly a little deeper and wiser George where we talked late into the night of our respective life experiences - the world's problems - and the world's limitless beauty, and what may lie ahead for us. Ever the optimist, he left me then with that great smile, twinkling eyes, and knowing gaze that said it all. My eternal regret is that I never took the opportunity to thank him for those early years and how much that boyhood friendship meant to me. He was the best of us. Forever Young my friend!

Some of my best memories at Delta involve George, Thorne and yes you Harriet....I loved when he kissed my hand or when he gave me a wink and looked away whistling. He taught me compassion and kindness and to make sure I went and looked for him when he got too quiet....he was always up to something! And yes you guessed it, when I found him is when he grinned, winked and oh so casually looked away....

I only knew George after his accident. I loved reading Davey's letter that described so many things that I had not heard since associating with this Clan.I remember George J's smile & laugh while sharing a beer. Boy has he joined up again with some wild ones .....the adventures continue.

I've been following the wonderful posts and memories from all. George you are SO loved. And seeing more of your art makes me smile...thank you George and all!

My dear friend and runnin partner, George J Hawley. A great friend, like a brother to Me. We had some really great times. I still remember rowing the skiff,as fast as we could in the roughest water possible. My first sailing adventure was with George, 40 mph winds in 4 ft. waves on a sunfish. we loved to ride a wave as long as possible, great times living life on the edge.
George will be truly missed by everyone who knew him.
rest easy bro.

I first met George about 35 years ago when I went to Kansas City to attend Judy and Charlie's wedding, and stayed in the wonderful Hawley home, where the wedding was taking place.. Dave and Thorne were so generous and gracious, but it was the interaction with George that had a profound impact.
He was always at the center of the action, whether singing around the piano, or enjoying a joke around the pool. We were also fortunate enough to celebrate his 50th birthday with him at Snohomish Chalet. There were lots of laughs (Charlie was great at making George laugh!), good cheer, George was so very present, and he had a way of making us all feel so special. May his next adventure be extraordinary, as he certainly was. Fad and Tommy

George was 15 when I first met him in KC in 1970 for Harriet & John's wedding. He was a free spirit, living up to his pre- billing by Charlie. A beautiful human being, a product of the '70s. My favorite memories:
George on his unicycle, and he and your dad Dave C carving a totem pole from a dead tree in their backyard off Ward Parkway. The neighbors were delighted by the artistic contribution to the stately residential enclave. 
Hope John and he are side by side, looking down. Bill Bowman and Ann Gushurst

Georgie George George, my beloved Uncle George. Since we both had the good fortune of being such immediate parts of mom's (Harriett) life, I got to spend quite a bit of time with you over the years, particularly as a child. You were such a nice pal to have, unhurried and so present, truly tuned into me as a child, observant, curious, and engaged in the world around you despite your limitations. You brought such a sense of ease and lightheartedness to those around you, always smiling with an undeterred sense of humor. Allegedly, you and I even developed our own special language to speak together.

I have vivid memories of being in the back of the van with you, my mom, and grandma Thorne listening to Simon and Garfunkel or The Grateful Dead together, you singing right along. I can see us on our way to browse antique shops in Everett, going to the pumpkin patch and animal petting zoo, Grandma trying to find a good live Blues or Jazz spot to take you to, us sitting out back on the patio at those riverside cafes in Snohomish, and going to the fish and chips shop on Main Street. There was even an impressive feat by your determined sister taking us camping at the city park in the rain. I only had time with you post accident, but knew the ultimate adventurer George through stories and I'm sure my teenage wannabe "hippie" years were really wanting to just be like young George.

My time at the chalet even had a sense of wonder; the huge grassy lawn and long driveway entrance, Swiss Alps styling and gazebo, some sort of interesting live animals living at the house by the back parking lot, and Camp Careless which felt like a true camping retreat far removed. As a little girl, I always hoped my parents would move to Snohomish so we could live in one of those beautiful old Victorian homes, have a green lawn with a willow tree out front, and be close to you and Grandma. You were a real friend and a clear part of my happy childhood. Thank you for the happy calm you brought to my life. You were the ultimate example that life is not material, it is spiritual.

Love eternal, Audrey

I met George when i moved to America in 1998. He was charming and full of joy. I always enjoyed visiting him or seeing him comes to visit. He enjoyed music and he will carry a tune by blowing a whistle. He was just full of life. I am blessed to be knowing George. Thank you for showing me love. I love you and i will miss you! We love you but God love you more...continue to rest in peace uncle George.

George - you showed us that life is beautiful and that all that is needed is the ability to give and receive love unconditionally. No words are even needed - just a smile of pure joy, eyes of compassion, and a sense of humor. George, you are a true example and an inspiration to spread our light and love to the world in our own unique capacity. Thank you for blessing us all. So much love to you on your next adventure.

I met George when Matt and I were dating in the '70's--he was quite a force! Later, it was getting to know his whole family (when I married into the Gray part) that it was clear that the Hawley spirit itself was a force, and all of the Hawley clan really enjoyed life. It also seemed they all saw and valued that George especially embodied a joie de vivre with zeal and panache--he seemed to have a double dose of it! He expressed that in everything he did through his whole life. Sending love to everyone--

Although I only had the good fortune to visit and interact with George but a few times, he really left a lasting impression: warm, effervescent, cheerful--almost jolly, gentle--and man, did he make and keep eye-contact! The photos and tributes from Sweet Caet not only confirmed my impressions but described a truly, charismatic, admirable, human being. I wish that I had, somehow, connected with George a good deal more than I did. Rest easy George,
Steve

George, may you find great joy in this next step. Just as you shared your fears and laughter, your courage and faith, so shall you be welcomed into Heaven. I remember you, all those years ago, laughing and running through the house as a kid with Roger chasing you.  Whatever you must have done I do not know but I’m pretty sure Roger will remind you now that you are together! I also remember Cliff and John getting you into the boat when we were at Mercer Island. You truly were courageous and patient with us. You will be remembered and missed. Bon Voyage my friend. 

Dear GEORGE,
I never met you. But somehow I felt your spirit. Having spend quite some special time with the Morton family, I heard your stories. I read the letters you wrote to your dad being on a trip and I saw your drawings. You have left a legacy dear George. Here is the hug I always wanted to give you. I know for sure you will receive it. Much love sent your way, ANKE

George will always be remembered as being fearless. Maybe to a fault. An example would be his desire to always try to beat his record time driving down to the lake in his VW squareback. Scared the hell out of me many times. My lake stories are to many to write down here but will be forever etched in my memory. George and I had a great adventure in 1973. We were going to hitchhike around the world! No small feat but that was George. Always thinking big and no challenge was to big for him. Here is my take on that adventure:
George and I set out to hitchhike around the world in the summer of 1973 after graduation. I'm sure it was concocted in the basement of his house in a cloud of smoke. Anyway one day we stuck our thumbs out on East bound I 70 and off we went. A month later we were landing in Europe. Stuck our thumb out and headed South. A couple of weeks later we were in Morocco. Again stuck our thumb out on any road going East. Unfortunately Israel thought it was a good idea to bomb Egypt at that time. We were evacuated from North Africa and shipped back to Europe. Now wearing local garb because our backpacks were stolen from us in Morocco everyone thought George was French and I was German. Had something to do with our unique physique. Next thing I know we were in Greece during a military coup d'etat. Anyway because of the delays and change in travel plans George and I split up in Greece. I went to Switzerland and George continued East to India where he got peace of mind through mind altering pharmaceuticals. I've had a lot of worldly experiences and adventures but this was a life changing event for me. Thank you George for your friendship and love. The world will miss you.

George always got his meaning across. He gave the best hugs and loved taking his teeth out ---then he would laugh...I remember his laugh! Rest In Peace George

George will always be a huge part of the special memories, many laughs and inspiration he has given all his Delta Family members. The adventures we heard about through writings, Mama Thorne and sweet Sis Harriett gave us a chance to really appreciate this man and his delightful character. Thank you George for the 20+ years I got to share with you. It's been an honor my friend. Bless your heart...Lynn