For 16 years, I had the privilege of working for George, and in that time, I came to know a truly special and remarkable man. I began working for him just two months before the loss of his beloved wife, Pam, who lovingly called him her “little Boy Scout.” I witnessed the grief that followed, and through that transition and across four different homes, he remained steady: kind, honest, and always a gentleman.
In the early months, as I was still getting to know George, he told me not to be concerned if I heard his voice projecting loudly from his office as he was practicing for acting class. I smiled to myself, realizing there was so much more to him than I had ever assumed, as judges aren’t exactly known for being expressive or lighthearted—at least not publicly! But George had a surprising depth to him; he was thoughtful and humble.
One morning recently (I think it was early June), George was walking through the house holding a large bouquet of fresh flowers. He said he was on the way to visit Pam’s grave—something he told me he tried to do weekly since her passing. The love and loyalty he had spoke volumes about the kind man that he was.
When he found love again with Francie, it was beautiful to witness. She welcomed me with warmth, and their love was present in the smallest gestures—her sweet little love notes to him by the coffee pot, and his loving messages to “Francina” on the kitchen chalkboard. Their affection for each other quietly lit up the home and made a lasting impression on me.
Most mornings, I’d see a cross, a book, and handwritten notes beside his chair near the window. It always seemed like his space for quiet reflection, and although I never saw him there, as he was probably either in court or already out golfing with his buddies by the time I had arrived. Nevertheless, the stillness of that space spoke of peace and reflection, and I have since created a similar ritual of my own.
His passing came far too soon. But his integrity, his gentleness, and the love he shared with those closest to him left a lasting mark. It was an honor to know and serve him.
—Ashley Hughes