The majority of my childhood memories come from the Lavelle household. I saw Georgina & Mac as another set of parents, George as my little brother and Sarah as my best friend and sister.
George, who I've ALWAYS known as Peanut, has always been such a kind-hearted kid. He enjoyed spending time with Mom and Dad and playing Zelda. For being a younger brother, he could have been much more menacing to Sarah and I, but never was. He was there the times that we needed him though, that's for sure. He let us girls recite our sock puppet stories before going live to the adults we put the show on for.
He helped us with quicksand and lava traps so Sarah and I could clear the entire backyard without touching any dirt. One time our arms got sore from pulling on a rope we attached from one tree to another that we used to pull ourselves forward in a Red Wagon we sat in. George pushed us in a time of weakness and panic so we didn't have to give up in our fantasy world of quicksand and lava.
Peanut, we are all so sad to hear that you felt alone. Loneliness is a dark place, and everyone who loves you all has 'what if' scenarios of the ways we would've saved you from that dark place. Your physical body is now at rest but I hope your soul realizes you're not alone, and the love for your kind heart will always be there for you.
Georgina, Mac, and Sarah, take all the time in the world to grieve. Embrace the journey and hopefully, it's filled with an overwhelming amount of fun and loving memories as much as it is with tears and confusion. And please be kind to yourselves. I know it's easier said than done, just wanted to give a gentle reminder to do so.
