You never know what you have until it’s gone. The old adage is so true for me, and another family as we mourn the loss of a dear great friend. George wasn’t like anyone else. He marched to the beat of his own drum. He loved hard and played harder. When he ran the very ground thundered under his feet. He was a giant! His size intimidating many. He had a huge heart though, a teddy bear in a big body. And he loved kids the most. George was a jewel in a crown; that’s priceless and can’t be replaced. And the hole he left in his passing, leaves a huge vacant space in that crown that can’t be filled with anything else. The space that he held is now an empty vacuum of space; where now the enemy at the gate has breached. That’s why I can’t hold back…