From those frozen frames in time called high school, the clarity of hindsight can speak volumes.  While most of us were growing up, George had already arrived.  At a young age he became his mother's rock and his sisters' protector. Rushing from school to work, carrying the load of family head and student with grace and dignity.  I last saw George in the late '70's.  We had gone our separate ways.  But it was easy to see that he was still the man of grace that he'd always been. It is indeed trure that - "The child is Father of the Man."

George was my closest friend while attending Mesa High.  Went to college together for a while, both served in the United States Navy and although George was not a Vietnam bound sailor, we still stayed in touch through the early 70s.  A friend who held my life together during a difficult time in my life. 

he was a Terrific Mentor, one of the smartest people I have ever known. I miss my Uncle George