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  • Dear George,

    A week ago today I woke up and had a strange feeling, and for some reason I couldn’t help but feel a little bummed out. Little did I know that it would be your last day. I had just seen you two nights before, at the Mifflin House. It was just another lazy Saturday night of drinking beers and watching movies. I felt right at home next to you, Maureen, Mike, Howie, and Kelly. We all miss you so much pal.

    You made it impossible for any of us to get too down on life or on ourselves. I don’t know how you did it every day, I guess it’s just the strength in your soul. You gave that strength to us without reservation. It didn’t matter what kind of day you had, as soon as I got home from work, you were there with a smile and a hug. I can’t tell you in words how much that meant to me.

    George, I don’t really know what to say. This past week has been a long one, for all of us. I’m glad I got to meet you, even if we were only friends for two months. I know your family was really touched by how much of an impact you made on all of us in such a short time.

    You were the best kind of friend; a bright, caring, intelligent guy who had all the right things to say all the time; a guy whose smile could melt any tension; a guy who’d do anything for a friend at the drop of a hat. I think about you every day. And you’re probably annoyed with me already by how much I talk to you or ask you for help. But it helps me, and all of us, to know that you’re right here with us, watching us and protecting us. We’ll keep you in our hearts, always.

    I love you, George. I’ll see you again.

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