My Dearest Ann:
Part of me is gone. George was as close to me as my own brother. Our condolences, love and prayers go out to you and your family.
At the moment, I have a aching in my chest and a feeling of great sorrow. I feel empty.
He did so much for other people, asking nothing in return but their friendship. He helped me through some difficult times and was always there if I needed him. I am sorry that I was not there when he may have needed someone to help or just be with him. Please forgive me for not being there for him and you.
I am trying to tell myself that George would want me to remember the good times; the fun time and to rejoice in the rememberance of our times together. It was an honour and a privilige to have had him as my close friend and in essence, my brother.
He is at peace now and gone home to be with God and those who have gone before him to prepare the way. I find solace in the fact, that God willing, I may have the opportunity to see him again when my time comes as I am sure you do as well.
What more can I say. If this was a letter you would see the tear stains on it.
God bless and comfort you and your family.
Verne and Joan Lunan
