Posted On: October 28, 2023

When I was a kid my mom would take me to the boathouse at the beach quite often.

I remember the sounds, the smells, the equipment, and George.

George was about 70 years old.

He had skin like leather and a buckled jaw with large fake white teeth.

He always sported the same baseball cap and had a huge grin on his face.

Everyone knew George because he talked to everybody, but I remember him vividly because of the way he would flirt with mom.

My mom being so friendly was always very kind to him and I guess I got to know him better this way.

Throughout my childhood I would always see him in the same spot, the same lawn chair, just hanging out.

I would sometimes say hello or otherwise just pass by.

On this particular afternoon it was a hot summer day and the beach was jammed.

My friend and I decided we'd had enough and made our way back to my place.

On our way back, I saw George sitting in his chair.

At first I felt awkward, not sure if I should say hello.

As I got closer I turned and made eye contact, that's when he raised his hand and said “Say hi to your mom for me!”.

I smiled, waved and nodded.

My friend and I got back to my place and are grabbing drinks and snacks while my Mom is preparing something in the kitchen.

I turn to my mom and say “George says hi”.

She froze.

“What?” My mom asked.

“George says hi”.

She had a grim look on her face and looked pale.

My friend and I did not know what was wrong.

I asked if she was ok, she responded by saying “That wasn't George.

You couldn't have seen him because he died two weeks ago”.

I sat down immediately, broke down and cried.

It was heartbreaking, but this was out of fear.

Never in my life have I felt this way.

It was so incredibly vivid and seemed surreal.

In the end I guess it was nice to know he was in his happiest place, sitting in his lawn chair, looking out at the water.

Rest in peace George.

Post from user AndieArt at at reddit.

Posted On: October 28, 2023

When I was a kid my mom would take me to the boathouse at the beach quite often.

I remember the sounds, the smells, the equipment, and George.

George was about 70 years old.

He had skin like leather and a buckled jaw with large fake white teeth.

He always sported the same baseball cap and had a huge grin on his face.

Everyone knew George because he talked to everybody, but I remember him vividly because of the way he would flirt with mom.

My mom being so friendly was always very kind to him and I guess I got to know him better this way.

Throughout my childhood I would always see him in the same spot, the same lawn chair, just hanging out.

I would sometimes say hello or otherwise just pass by.

On this particular afternoon it was a hot summer day and the beach was jammed.

My friend and I decided we'd had enough and made our way back to my place.

On our way back, I saw George sitting in his chair.

At first I felt awkward, not sure if I should say hello.

As I got closer I turned and made eye contact, that's when he raised his hand and said “Say hi to your mom for me!”.

I smiled, waved and nodded.

My friend and I got back to my place and are grabbing drinks and snacks while my Mom is preparing something in the kitchen.

I turn to my mom and say “George says hi”.

She froze.

“What?” My mom asked.

“George says hi”.

She had a grim look on her face and looked pale.

My friend and I did not know what was wrong.

I asked if she was ok, she responded by saying “That wasn't George.

You couldn't have seen him because he died two weeks ago”.

I sat down immediately, broke down and cried.

It was heartbreaking, but this was out of fear.

Never in my life have I felt this way.

It was so incredibly vivid and seemed surreal.

In the end I guess it was nice to know he was in his happiest place, sitting in his lawn chair, looking out at the water.

Rest in peace George.

Post from user AndieArt at at reddit.