|My brother George, left, was my life's first companion. That's me on the right. George cheered me on in sports and everything else to the end of his days. He was as generous a soul as I've ever known.|
|At school and sports, no one ever tried harder than George.|
George (waving) and me meeting our dad's commuter train. George was forever a devoted son.
|George, left, and me in more grown-up years. He was the most loyal brother anyone could ask for.|
|George, shown here saluting, was himself saluted by the entire Farmingdale Volunteer Fire Department at his funeral.|
But all that wasn’t the most important part of my brother’s going away.
|George, left, next to our Aunt Nelle and mother and father. For more than 60 years, George was a faithful member of the Farmingdale Methodist Church and a stalwart in the choir.|