Going through the photos of George took me back in time; seeing his smile, his love of dancing, pictures of him with his grandchildren like Emily, Vinny & Gretch, building tree forts, how handsome he was in his suit....George was part of my life for some of the formative years of my life. At fifteen I was in a serious auto accident where I broke the windshield with my face. My parents who were close to George called him to do the surgery at Kaiser Hospital in Walnut Creek. I will be forever grateful for his incredible skill & artistry. Later, when he was married to my mother, I think he took great pride that Anthony Quinn was flirting with me when we were out to dinner in Brentwood. It was only thanks to him that I had a face worth looking at. I'll remember all the times around the table at Tigertail,, or in Camarillo, or the get-togethers of the Kline-Weil tribe which were always spunky & fun. We all watched in wonder when my sister Beth's little son Jeb first saw the ornaments on the Christmas tree or fought off his sister from stealing his Christmas tricycle. George would be smiling the whole time, watching children interacting. He'd fill me in on psychiatric studies about kids throwing sand out of a sandbox. He also steered me away from medicine in college by having me work the graveyard shift at a nursing home & having me assist on a weekend office surgery when a patient had torn up his arm in a lawnmower accident. I nearly passed out & he had to tell me to hang my head between my knees so he didn't have 2 patients. Anthropology kept me away from blood & I was much happier. So many memories of a time past..Such a teacher, such a healer, such a presence. Like Carol, I will see those sky blue eyes, that broad smile & hear his soft-spoken voice encouraging me to go in new directions.. I'm thankful for the time he was in my life. I'm sorry I never met Sylvia, but am glad he had such a great partner for his later years. I extend my heartfelt sympathy to Sylvia, George Jr., Carol & Tom. May George rest in peace.