Thursday, February 7, 2008
Today as I drove home I was thinking of my father
and "The Great Gig in the Sky" came on the radio.
At the same time the sky had one of those beautiful
displays where a small part opens up and the light
shines down in rays.
I had a moment.
A moment of remembrance.
I am not a religious person, but I do believe that people
live on in our memories.
We used to listen to Pink Floyd VERY LOUD on
Tuesday nights when my mother worked the evening shift.
I remember I would lay on the sofa with my eyes closed and
listen. It was the safest, warmest feeling to be next to my father
and completely immersed in the music. He would occasionally
reach over and brush the hair off of my forehead.
The above photo is of one of the many toys that George would
bring home. What kid wouldn't love a van de graaff generator in the
Cheers George, and thank you for all the fun memories
of hotdog pizza, backwards music, strobe light ping pong,
beef roly polys, and playing the strings of the piano from
HERE is a very loving tribute and list of inventions that my
father worked on written by his long time work mate Rick.
It has been three years and I miss him every day.