I met George through blogging. He wrote at Guffaw in AZ. He was one of the usual suspects. Here's his self description:
I'm a child of the 50's. libertarian, now medically-retired. I've been a certified firearms trainer, a private investigator, and worked for a major credit card company for almost 22 years. I am a proud NRA Life Member. I am a limited-government, free-market capitalist, who believes in the U.S. Constitution and the Rule of Law.Then there was a day in 2011 when George put a post that brought me up short. He wrote about Molly, his daughter.
Here's an excerpt:
She loved animals-we had two dogs and two cats-and she said she wanted to become
She never had the chance. She had just turned 12, in February 1995.
On March 18, sixteen years ago, today, we were t-boned at a busy intersection.
I was hospitalized total of 6 weeks, half in intensive care. Molly lasted one day.
All those who never knew her, you missed someone special. If you are fortunate enough to have children, give them a huge hug, and tell them you love them, TODAY. Because, you never know when that might not be possible.
It changed his life in a moment. When he woke up, she was already gone. He ended up divorced, physically compromised, with a lot memories and thoughts of what might have been.I Love You, Molly!
He lived, he wrote, his sense of humor was often evident. Even toward the end, dealing with doctors and chemotherapy and insurance, his posts had a wry sense of the absurd.
Rest in peace, George. I hope Molly was there to greet you.