Post by MSMFDawn on Oct 16, 2008 22:39:53 GMT -5
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At 1:15 yesterday afternoon my "big brother" George returned home to side of God in Heaven. This was a man whom I have known for 15 years. A man who's heart was more than doting to everyone he knew. A phrase to describe George was that he loved everyone-- even those he didn't. A man who spent much of his adult life without a partner, but with a group of friends he cherished and loved. He was dedicated to family, his brother and sister, nephews and nieces but never forgetting of his friends.
My mother sent me the above link this week and I didn't think much of it. I know now it was in God's guidance, for her knew that I would again be needing the famed passage and its message to my aching heart.
Last night at 7:29 pm MST I received a text message from my ex husband simply stating "George died today". Entering Wal-Mart I halted, gasped and held my breath as my brain processed the news. A single tear escaped my eye as my heart became torn in the knowledge that he was finally at peace, but that I would not talk to him again. Scenes and memories flashed through my mind's eye like a movie where someone keeps hitting the skip button to find another space and time.
Dustin was just 3 days old when I met George. We met at the corner of 49th and Gage Blvd in Topeka, KS. A strange place I know but it was all about the CB radio and a game called "skunk". He was our mentor and teacher of how the game truly worked. One night I was riding with him and we hid out by lake Sherwood... he threw a blanket over the front of the car and made the announcement "skunk's hid". Clues were given and we waited... watching as our friends drove back and forth in front of us, assuming we were nothing more than a couch! We laughed and talked scripture, which was a surreal and private thing for he and I. No one else seemed to enjoy that subject the way he and I did.
Another night we were in the field off of 37th and Gage when we found the ditch... with the two front tires! Poor George, as funny as the situation was... he was a mixture of angered, frightened and filled with the hilarity of his careless mistake. We got out of it okay but it did make for an interesting couple of hours.
One of my fondest memories was when Dustin was two years old. We had gone over to George's to play Nintendo64. Dustin spilled his kool-aid and while George was attending to preventing the Grape/sugar stain; Dustin put a brand new pack of cigarrettes into the pitcher! We got them out... but it was too late, they were completely soaked in Grape Kool-Aid! George picked up Dustin and put him into a wicker chair, pointed his finger at him and said: "now you just sit there and think about what you did". LMBO I nearly fell off the couch to the floor-- looked at George who was quite perplexed at my reaction and said... you do realize what you just did right?
It was certainly funnier than the night we had been at his parent's house and while playing with Dustin he ejected all of his formula into my face and hair. George was torn that night between sympathy for me and laughing until his sides hurt.
When he was working at Pizza Hut as a delivery driver, there were all the jokes about the special sauce that he and Christopher put on the pizza's they were delivering. The two of them were as close as anything. When Christopher was in the accident that took his life: George drove from Springfield to Joplin to be with us... despite the fever he had. To George, Christopher was his brother too... and he was as devastated as Casey and I.
As the years passed, George was diagnosed with Congestive Heart Failure, he and I discussed things through all the stages of coping with a chronic and likely terminal illness. I was pleased when I last spoke with him that his spirits were so very high. We both spent several calls trying to catch up with one another. I admit that due to the seriousness of his health status I was careful with my words to make sure that it was all quite positive and geared to not cause any stress.
At 1:15 yesterday afternoon my "big brother" George returned home to side of God in Heaven. This was a man whom I have known for 15 years. A man who's heart was more than doting to everyone he knew. A phrase to describe George was that he loved everyone-- even those he didn't. A man who spent much of his adult life without a partner, but with a group of friends he cherished and loved. He was dedicated to family, his brother and sister, nephews and nieces but never forgetting of his friends.
My mother sent me the above link this week and I didn't think much of it. I know now it was in God's guidance, for her knew that I would again be needing the famed passage and its message to my aching heart.
Last night at 7:29 pm MST I received a text message from my ex husband simply stating "George died today". Entering Wal-Mart I halted, gasped and held my breath as my brain processed the news. A single tear escaped my eye as my heart became torn in the knowledge that he was finally at peace, but that I would not talk to him again. Scenes and memories flashed through my mind's eye like a movie where someone keeps hitting the skip button to find another space and time.
Dustin was just 3 days old when I met George. We met at the corner of 49th and Gage Blvd in Topeka, KS. A strange place I know but it was all about the CB radio and a game called "skunk". He was our mentor and teacher of how the game truly worked. One night I was riding with him and we hid out by lake Sherwood... he threw a blanket over the front of the car and made the announcement "skunk's hid". Clues were given and we waited... watching as our friends drove back and forth in front of us, assuming we were nothing more than a couch! We laughed and talked scripture, which was a surreal and private thing for he and I. No one else seemed to enjoy that subject the way he and I did.
Another night we were in the field off of 37th and Gage when we found the ditch... with the two front tires! Poor George, as funny as the situation was... he was a mixture of angered, frightened and filled with the hilarity of his careless mistake. We got out of it okay but it did make for an interesting couple of hours.
One of my fondest memories was when Dustin was two years old. We had gone over to George's to play Nintendo64. Dustin spilled his kool-aid and while George was attending to preventing the Grape/sugar stain; Dustin put a brand new pack of cigarrettes into the pitcher! We got them out... but it was too late, they were completely soaked in Grape Kool-Aid! George picked up Dustin and put him into a wicker chair, pointed his finger at him and said: "now you just sit there and think about what you did". LMBO I nearly fell off the couch to the floor-- looked at George who was quite perplexed at my reaction and said... you do realize what you just did right?
It was certainly funnier than the night we had been at his parent's house and while playing with Dustin he ejected all of his formula into my face and hair. George was torn that night between sympathy for me and laughing until his sides hurt.When he was working at Pizza Hut as a delivery driver, there were all the jokes about the special sauce that he and Christopher put on the pizza's they were delivering. The two of them were as close as anything. When Christopher was in the accident that took his life: George drove from Springfield to Joplin to be with us... despite the fever he had. To George, Christopher was his brother too... and he was as devastated as Casey and I.
As the years passed, George was diagnosed with Congestive Heart Failure, he and I discussed things through all the stages of coping with a chronic and likely terminal illness. I was pleased when I last spoke with him that his spirits were so very high. We both spent several calls trying to catch up with one another. I admit that due to the seriousness of his health status I was careful with my words to make sure that it was all quite positive and geared to not cause any stress.