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George William Baker

  • 73 years old
  • Male
  • Born Dec 07, 1934
  • Died Jun 16, 2008
  • Manchester, New Hampshire, United States
Welcome to George William Baker's Memorial Page! His life as a father, Military man, husband, and friend will be greatly missed!
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LIVE ON

Let there be no regret

To live in peace,

We must forgive ourselves, and one another

No matter how long it sits in our memories

Everyone has done wrong but not all can move on

Surround yourself with those who can feel

As you have done

Because you can feel too

Your heart shows its emotions more than you realize

And whatever happens from this point on

Remember the good times, and the ones you’ve loved long

Let go of all the rest

To die in peace,

May be the path to serenity

Permanent inner sanctuary

You were loved, respected and will remain in our hearts and our memories for as long as we are alive

Living on through all of our eyes

Our grandchildren will wish they could have met you

I promise you this

And yet,

You believe through this adversity

There is hope for things to shine again

That you will overcome this thing that is holding you back

I admire that

Your strength is still clearly intact

I believe things happen for a reason

So that which may come through the changing of the season

Will be for good

                                     Love Nelson

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Memories

Memories of Life and Deathm, By; Nelson Baker

skipper_3381 May 20, 2010

I still think of the last day of your life
Lying there helplessly tranquil
Looking so pale, and so frail
Old, for the first time
Withering away
We held your hands like never before
I swore I felt your grasp when I shouldn’t have
They said you were waiting for me to arrive
So you could say goodbye to all of us, in your only way

And when our words were said and done
Your breathing changed
Perhaps you tried to speak
But there was just too much pain
To let us know that you heard us
That you feel the same

Each breath I feared was your last
Even though I knew the end was near
And then it happened
There was nothing more to hear

I still think of the time when I looked to the skies
Trying to hold back the tears that were flooding my eyes
While you stood by my side
Strong and alive

And even though you were dying inside
You stayed you all along
Never giving in
Never giving up

Giving us words of encouragement
To remain close, to be kind, to smile
To continue to exercise, and to be there for your child
Simple lessons of life
Yet things few can accomplish with any consistency

I still think of you
Even though you weren’t always in my life
You were my father
My mother was your wife
You made your impression in this place
And it cannot ever be erased

My Memory

Nelson Jul 30, 2008

Dad had a lot of stories, he lived an intriguing life. The one I liked best was the time he was boxing in the Navy, and was challenged by an this arrogant marine who thought he was the shit. The match they had left the marine beaten by Dad in front of everyone. That must have felt so satisfying. But he beat him so badly, this extremley tall marine, that he was almost knocked out before the end of the match. That is respect only a man can feel. To quietly take on the challenge and insults of this guy, beat him the way he did, and then still give him respect at the end, in front of everyone. That is a lesson so many of us can learn from, but this was his natural way. To be strong when necessary, but never stop being truly "good" at the same time.

My Memory

Nelson Jul 30, 2008

Dad really made an effort to be nice to Crystal. He really liked her. One of the first times he really connected with Crystal was at a Friendly's where we visited him in NH. We listened to some of his great stories and he was so animated and interesting to hear. He was an awesome storyteller. I always thought this. He never told a boring story. That night will always stand out for me.

My Memory

Nelson Jul 30, 2008

I remember the first time I was able to ride a bicycle on my own, that last push he gave me before iIwas finally able to ride on my own, and I felt like I was flying. He assured me that I could do it, and I believed him. I think I was 5 or 6. If I remember correctly, it was a ten speed. It was so big I had to tilt the bike downwards just to get my legs over the bar, and Dad had to sturdy me so I could start off because my feet didnt reach the ground. So he got me going, and pushed me one last time, and I was off, riding into the breeze.

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