I call him that because when compared to his father, my brother, he was a definitely a George. I did not get much of a chance to know George as close as a an uncle should be, but the day I spent time with him in the Hospital, I understood the love and respect his friends and family had for him. He was a very likeable person, son, husband and father. I realized that he had became a true man that cared deeply about his kids and respected his mother and father.

Our little George was and will always be, the good son who fought the good fight while still showing his children and family his love for them to the very end of his time on this earth.