George, your girlfriend’s here
I miss my “boyfriend”, George.
George was my brother’s friend’s uncle (purple monkey dishwasher). He developed a crush on me in all the times I would pick my brother up from his friend’s. They would give him so much shit about it that he would run into the other room & peek around the corner when I came in. I could hear them while I was walking up the driveway, “George, your girlfriend’s here.” He would then proceed to giggle his ass off and be all shy. He was too sweet.
George had Down’s Syndrome.
All of this past tense… my brother told me that George died a few years ago. I was really upset when I found that out. I wish someone had told me; I’d have gone and said goodbye.
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