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An outpouring of love
For a number of years George was concerned that when he died no one would come to his funeral. On Thursday morning, April 30, it looked like he needn’t have worried.
The sea of faces that surrounded the family in love and concern as we left the First Christian Church sanctuary was a never-to-be forgotten tribute to the man who loved everyone on a one-to-one basis without anger or rancor.
Had I not known and loved George on such a personal level, I may have been amazed at such an outpouring of love by the whole community and from afar
I AM amazed at the additional outpouring of this same love and concern that has surrounded myself and my family. How grateful I am to live in an area that still cares for each other in such a personal way.
Only through folks looking out for each other in a truly loving way can this sort of relationship still exist in a world bent on destroying one another.
George had a way of transcending all the barriers with a homey quality, whether he was dealing in business or swinging his partner while square dancing with the Star Promenaders.
In spite of various aches and pains he attributed to old age, George was looking forward to a busy summer, but a leukemia blood disorder made itself known a short few days before his death. He died gently as he had lived, leaving us bereft but with a sense of having known someone especially wonderful. Sixty-one years of marriage was not nearly enough, of course, but how grateful I am to have been the one he chose as his life’s partner.
That he will be missed is an understatement, but may the warmth of his love as he touched each life remain in hearts forever. As a traveler he had to make this one last trip — the greatest adventure of his 83 years.
What a wonderful editorial about George Fleshman to appear in the April 29 edition of The Observer. It was another 1969 Man of the Year tribute, and he would have treasured it with humility and the sense of it being undeserved.
And, yet, it would have been with bravado that he would have said something like, “Well, I deserve it.”