Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie, kissed the girls and made them cry; When the boys came out to play, Georgie Porgie ran away. ~ Mother Goose
This is George. He is my brother George’s oldest son. George is one of those people that will leave a soft place in your heart if you give him a chance. He is quite, doesn’t give his opinion unless he is asked and is reserved. If you look at him the first thing you would say is: “He needs a hair cut.” We have heard this over and over again about George. Just recently we all learned ~ George grows his hair long for a reason. He donates his thick, beautiful hair to Locks of Love. . . and he never says a word about it. To me it’s powerful that he just takes the looks and comments: and never says a word about how he shares and cares for other in the best way he can. So here he is ~ taking it all in. . . and most importantly ~ Giving.
It seems strange to me I’m just getting around to posting again after letting another two weeks go by. Things are settling down around here but, I guess sometimes things like these just take a while.
So the short story today is: I heart faces is holding another photo contest. The theme for this contest is Friendship. As we all know, friendship comes in all sizes, shapes and colors. You just never know where you’ll find it.
When I think of friendship, I can’t help but think of Tommy. He’s the hippy on the right. The man with the bandanna around his head, holding the red cup. Tommy is my brother George’s friend. He has been around for. . . well. . .I guess, forever. The other guy in this photo, holding the yellow cup, is my brother George’s son. . .Little, Bigger George, as I loving call him.
The one thing I always think of when I see Tommy is how genuine he is. What you see is what you get: a true, loyal friend.
I will never forget the action Tommy took when our father died. He cut his hair, shaved, bought himself a suit, arrived at the mortuary early, before any of us got there and waited outside for his friend George.
Tommy told me that night. . . when I saw him standing there waiting: “I don’t want anyone of you walking in there alone tonight. Your father was better to me then my own father and I will always be grateful for that.” In his kindness, Tommy offered to walk in with me because, Mark had gone to be with my mother. I told Tommy I would be okay, I had my kids with me and then I remember Tommy saying; “I’m just going to wait right here for George. . . so I don’t miss him and he doesn’t have to walk in alone. ” and my heart filled with love that night. . . and I’ll never forget the lesson in friendship a man named Tommy taught me without even trying the night of October 2, 2009.