Remembering: George Weaver
This is the first time I have ever done one of these posts. I’ve known other people who were bloggers and they have disappeared, some have died, but this is the first time that someone I felt like I knew had died. She was a friend to me and it with a very heavy heart and eyes filled with tears that I write this post.
This will always be George to me. I have the memory of her wanting to know how to process a photo of herself with the camera, similar to this one. She couldn’t work out how to do something and wanted to skype with me so I could show her. We skyped a couple of times, it was lovely to talk to her.
She knew she was dying and made an announcement of what was going to happen on her blog. This is what she said:
I have a terminal illness. I am neither afraid of it nor unhappy about it.
I am seventy-two years old.
I have finished my work here.
I will spend my remaining months doing whatever suits me.
I suspect that is exactly what she did.
So now we say good bye.
Good bye George, I know my life was much richer for knowing you. Thank you for being my friend as well.
Please forgive me for posting this earlier, but it seemed important to do now rather than later.I have downloaded a heap of photos for you to look at. I will put them into a gallery, but first something that George said about her photos:
Occasionally, someone asks whether I sell photographs.
No, I don’t sell photos.
However, if a photo here makes you smile, please download it.
That will make me smile!
I hope you are smiling George.