He had become almost an older brother to me, someone to whom I could say
anything. Every now and again he would send a little present - a tree
for the garden or an ornament - and he invited Rod and me to his son
Dhani’s 18th birthday dinner, saying we had to be there: we were family.
“I think I’ll miss George for the rest of my life. I would have incredibly vivid dreams that he was alive. Then I would wake up and the reality would wash over me.” -Pattie
Remembering George 1943-2001