Get Well, George.

Get Well, George.

As a youngster I always loved the cartoons that referenced “George.”

The brother next to me in age is named George, hence these cartoons made me smile.

That beloved George was in a horse accident recently. He could have been killed, so I’m grateful that wasn’t the outcome, but he was badly injured with multiple pelvic breaks, and a broken left femur that required surgery.

He’s tough as an old goat, and has dealt with a lot of pain and difficulty in his life, but this is a hard one. He is in rehab doing what needs to be done to heal. Please send him prayers and thoughts and love.

From last year at Teresa’s house.

And from a little further back.