Vacation Thread

Farewell...

....you will be missed by many George and many a tear shed at your departure....
you shared with so many a spirit and joy which endears you to them still....rest well and perhaps we may all meet up again down the road.
 
I didn't know the man beyond reading his posts here. But he was obviously a class act and a true gentleman. Rest in peace, sir.
 
Be safe and Dance with the Angels George if there is anyone that can I'm sure it is You .. You brought diginity and class with all yours posts and will be missed by many here :Jack Daniels:
 
Some sad news,

I just called George and we all knew it was not going great.
Got his sister on the phone, and George is in his last hours.
What she told me he was in no pain.
She will call me again when when he passes.


George my darling hope this last travel of yours will be quick.
Know thinking of you with all my heart.
:kiss::heart::kiss:

George, You now fly with the Angels. And I know you will still take wonderfull vacations... watching your friends from above... pointing us to see the sights... and we will remember.. YOU .. the joy .. your friendship.
I will miss you and will remember the joy.

I tip my hat to you in your travels up above

fred
 
and I remember those, fondly. :D

:nana::nana::nana:


xx

I came back from my trip to north india and i took lots of pictures, i wanted to share them with you.I am glad to know that your last hours were peaceful.
I am going to miss you a lot.
RIP. :rose:
 
I still can't believe he's gone. I just signed in to yahoo for the first time in months and saw an old old message from him, made me sad all over again, I will NEVER forget you George. I know you are at peace my dear friend. I LOVE YOU:rose:
 
God I miss my Georgie Porgie. I left Lit for a long time but he was still, ALWAYS there for me. I'm missing him all over again tonight. I hope Scott is resting well and that he knows how much I adored him.
 
One year ago you went to the angels

We thought of you with love today,
But that is nothing new.
We thought about you yesterday,
And the days before that, too.

We think of you in silence.
We often speak your name.

Now all we have is memories,
And your picture in a frame.

Your memory is our keepsake,
With which we'll never part.

God has you in His Keeping.
We have you in our Heart.

My darling Scott you where missed yesterday, and you always will be missed.
But never ever forgotten.:heart:
:kiss::kiss::kiss:
 
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas





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This is your almost last post at Lit, my dear friend Galene, that you made for your friend George. I was just telling the story of how a response to one of your posts brought me @James G 5 and through him, one of the most important people I have in my life, PhotoCat. So I had to hop over to see just how long it's been - over 14 years ago, if the search function is at all correct.

I had to respond to this post specifically. It so perfectly captures everything you were - and hopefully are. While I will likely never hear from you again (as is apt to happen with internet friends), please know that I think of you so fondly and everything our friendship gave me. An inspiration to follow, a friend to guide, a group companion to laugh with, and finally a memory to cherish. You are a major reason why I love my body. Why I let so many inhibitions go. I don't remember nearly as often as I should, that I don't have to pick up others rules and hang-ups about what is proper. But when I do, you give me strength, not only to avoid them but to laugh joyfully, proudly, fiercely into the face of those who would have me hide the glory that the Creator gave me. Every time you posted a pic, we couldn't help but see the inspiration of every Peloponnese artisan who found their muse hidden in stone. It's what I remember every time I go to the Metropolitan Museum - ancient beauty reincarnated digitally for us to gaze upon.

And though I never actually heard it - I know you had such as lusty laugh to go with that raucous sense of humor you had. I don't know what I remember more - your nipples or your sense of humor! But I appreciated both.

So once again, my absent friend. If you ever do return. Know that I loved our times together and I loved you.

And your boobs. Definitely, your boobs...
 
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