I loved George when "country wasn't cool" and friends razzed me, but loved George all my life. He was my "star" that could do no wrong. Saw him Many times. Been on the tour bus (band) and said "someday I am going to walk on stage and hand him a red rose!" At a concert in AZ I told my Btr "this is the night" he said its too heavily guarded but gave me a red rose and said go for it. Well there was a "gap" in security and up on stage I went. Handed George the red rose! He gave me a kiss (sorry Nancy-only a fan kiss) I hurt so bad I missed a day of work when he died. My "star" light went dark. I cried for Nancy, knowing if I was hurting that much, she was hurting more. I remember when you all met and you all didn't have 25 cents. I followed you as you drug him up from the pits of hell and he left this old world at the top of his life. He wouldn't have made it without you, Nancy. We love you, Thank you for the wonderful years you gave us! My "star" is twinkling bright in heaven. When I look up and see the stars I think of George, my mama and daddy. Shine On!