Uncle George was my beloved uncle. Although we shared no ancestry, he was the best uncle any girl could have asked for. Uncle George was there for all my milestones, only missing them when he was very ill. On my 16th birthday, Uncle George made me feel like such a young lady when he brought me my 1st box of chocolates. Graduations, birthdays, weddings & funerals, he was there. He enjoyed life and took in a great amount of detail and interest in the world around him. He would hold my son Andrew in his lap - a beer in Uncle George's hand and a bottle in Andrew's. Morphic fields fascinated him, good food and drank called to him, stories with fine description poured out of him, and his cats adored him. I adored him. I will miss him in my life. No other man ever deserved to be called a Beloved Uncle more than my Uncle George.
