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George

Last week, one of my old coworkers from the bookstore passed away after a lifetime battle with type one diabetes. He'd been in and out of the hospital for the past few months, but he'd been feeling well enough to return to work. My brother in law Michael and him were good friends, and that night as they were leaving work, he gave him a hug and told him he was so happy that he was getting better. Then, George went home and passed in his sleep. 
George was an amazing man. He had such great wit, humor, and intelligence. He was always smiling. I know that's often said about people, but that was true with George. Even when he was mad at someone, he was able to crack a joke and start laughing. George worked for loss prevention, so he was always watching. He'd always take funny clips of people and turn them into videos and such. He also knew where everyone was and was able to see if they were having a tough day, and would come talk to them. Whenever George came up and visited with us in the computer department, it was great.  He'd always listen to me vent about stupid things as well. 

I saw George a few months ago at a wedding, and it was just like we were back at the bookstore again. Now with his passing, all of us bookstore people are coming together to remember him. It's been so surreal. He really was such a big part of the bookstore because everyone knew him, everyone. While I wasn't the closest with George, he definitely made an impact on my life and made my time at the bookstore more enjoyable. Michael was extremely close with him though, and it's been hard to watch him be so upset. 

However, I do know that George is truly in a better place. He's just watching the cameras from a higher place, and I'm sure he'll save the good clips. :) 

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