Hello George. I hear you chiding: "You can never read too many newspapers!" Right, again! For want of reading a newspaper, I missed your last hours on earth and I missed your memorial. I didn't have the chance to say that your life was ending much too soon for us - that you needed stay at your job of brightening all these lives around you. I'm so happy that the people you love best were with you.
Last night, Bart came to me in a dream. He said you crossed the bridge with a light and hopeful step. Then he laughed and showed me your face, and I, too, knew your peace. Zyanya. Marnie