Dear George...

Dear George,
I miss you a lot. I miss your creepy phone calls and your sense of humor. I miss you telling me things that I never knew, and I miss you every time i think of, well, anything. You're george.
I regret not eating my vegetables when you told me to and instead, giving them to my mom. I really miss you a lot george. I guess I have to keep telling myself that or you'll fade away into the past as just a person I knew. I don't want that to happen.
It's really strange talking about just Gloria. We always used to say "George and Gloria" but not anymore. Now we say "Gloria and Gino." It's not the same at all.
You were always my favorite relative. Wait, no, you still are my favorite relative. You always had something funny to say, and I hope that up in heavan you can entertain people too. But now that I can no longer physically speak with you, I suppose I'll just pray.
i love you George.
xOxOx,
saige.
;)