Obituary George E. Wilkerson
DOD: March 20, 2009
George Eugene Wilkerson age 88, died March 20, 2009 at his home in Playa del Rey, Ca. He passed away within minutes of completing and uploading his Tax Form, that he had been working on. I believe his goal was to finish this form because he knew it was his last. A prescient etiology with respect to the present Obama Administration.
George Wilkerson was born in St Louis Missouri, March 5,
Recalled to Korea August 1950. Selected for Captain December, 11, 1950.
Honorable Discharge April, 1951.
He earned his bachelor’s degree from the University of Chicago in 1943
and his, his MBA from Harvard in 1949.
Eulogy of Eldest Son Chris Wilkerson
I have been blessed in life in that until now, I have never experienced the death of a family member. That may make me na´ve, but it helps explain why I am unable to stand up here and speak from the heart without causing a minor flood. I thank my cousin Don Wilkerson, for taking my place. I want to thank you all for coming today.
The death of my
father is the most painful and yet illuminating experience of my life.
In my book, he did not pass, he ascended.
My father taught by example. My father never
told me, "How to live." He showed me how to live.
My father taught by example. My father never told me, "How to live." He showed me how to live.My father was my friend, hero, mentor and the most gentle and powerful Marine that ever lived. He was a saintly man, who did not drink, swear, smoke, lose his temper or speak disparagingly of another. He simply believed in doing your best and never giving up. He was a charitable man with his time and money. He was always there for me, my children and my wife. He and my mother, made a point to see our family at least once a month and individually take each grandchild out to dinner on their respective birthdays. He may have believed in corporal punishment, but I have no recollection of his ever using it on me. Actually, now that I think about it, this abstinence may have been his ONLY human flaw, that would explain my multiple flaws ;-)
I recall a specific incident that exemplifies my
father’s gentle, human, but firm businesslike approach to life and
discipline. There was a period of my life as a teenager, that I gave my
mother Frances, constant grief, often bringing her to tears. My father
eventually pulled me aside privately and said,
“Son, I want
to ask a favor from you. Let me be clear about something. Your mother is
my Best Friend,
knock it off now, for my sake if not hers.”
the moment in time, I felt all my projected pent up teenage hostility,
I am not my father, nor can I ever expect to
emulate this man, but there is much hope for my four children, his
beloved Grandchildren. Since my father ascended, it has never been so
apparent, that Family is not just important,
it is EVERYTHING.
To my children, do your best to live the rest of your life, like my father conducted his life, a near perfect human being. Honor Grandpa forever in this way. Just live your life, like you think, he would have lived his life. Ask yourself what would my Grandfather do? Act accordingly.
Don't stand there, do it, do what is right, be your best, give 100% plus, be a Marine, be George Wilkerson. Most of all, be yourself. Right or wrong, you have the right genes. Do your best and you simply can not fail.
It’s time for all of us to put feelings into footsteps, example into execution and wisdom into what we can become. It's never too late. I know I need to emulate my father, I can only pray that my offspring can do the same.
In conclusion, I can only hope and pray, that I can pass on such clarity and wisdom, as much fulfillment of the soul and nourishment for the heart as my Father has passed on to me and all folks blessed enough to have known him.
Thank you again for being here, for being who you are, my father thanks you and I thank my father forever.
July 18,2009: I'm pleased to say that my Father's grandchildren are no longer children. Dad, you precipitated a needed maturity. In one act of ascension, you made them all better people. You've done much of my job. I thank you again.
Addendum: 2010: My Father was obsessed with family pictures that took seemingly hours to take, although only a few more minutes of our lives. Now I realize why my father liked a simple picture on a camera. All my father wanted was a family smile and he wanted it on camera. He wanted to view it after we were gone. He knew that it was difficult to get us all together. He made the best of who was there and captured it. We were all unforgiving and all he wanted was a few seconds, for a picture that would last forever, a picture that he and his wife could reflect on when we were absent, a picture that his family could pass on for generations. Wise indeed and all we thought was, "Let's Go, we have things to do." Now, as a parent, I can relate. I relish the short lived moments, that bring temporary happiness, visual memories in a world of diminishing senses, that have the potential to last forever.
I was selfish. I was wrong. I was human. I can be wrong or right.
I can always be supportive, even when I
disagree. Jay taught me that. I hope my children read this. I
hope his children do the same.