Lots of memories with our Papa George but some that really stick out for me are all the places he would drive me. He drove me everywhere! Especially in my high school years, he’d drive me from paddling practice, school, waterpolo, friends houses, to get ice cream but one time I remember or kind of remember lol is when I called him to pick me up from a bar one night, similar to a certain grandma we know too. I was 21 years old and had a “few drinks” in Kapolei and was trying to be “responsible” so I called the very reliable papa George for a ride. I proceeded to palu out the passenger window the entire ride up the hill to our Makakilo house. What I remember particularly though was catching a glimpse of him laughing at me in the side window. Love you papa and mahalo nui always for loving me, laughing at me and more importantly treating me like I was yours.