Dear daddy
Today is your birthday.
We celebrate that fact but we also are mourning the death of our mother. Your wife. The love of your life. She joined you on our anniversary, a week ago. She is no longer with us on earth. She is in heaven with you. As your last wishes to me to take care of mommy when you were gone. I’m asking you to take care of mommy now that she’s gone from us. I know you will. You are reunited. In heaven. For eternity. You are my angels. Together in heaven. For eternity.
Happy Birthday daddy. You got the best present ever. After 2 and a half years… you got your bride of 66 years back by your side. She was frightened to die so hold her love her and let her know everything’s going to be ok. Although our hearts are broken. Yours are intertwined and that brings us comfort. We love you so much. Mommy and daddy. But the void is breaking my heart. I wish I could see you both one more time. I love you so much. This is not easy. Not having you two. I hope you know neither of you were ever a burden and it was our pleasure to take care of you to the end. You are the best people I know. I miss you so much. Have fun together in heaven. Dance. Sing. Play music. Explore. Smile. Be at peace. 🩷💔🙏
You are a blessing. Some enchanted evening we will all be together again. Love Dianne

My favorite picture of me and my dad ❤️

My high school prom hugging daddy before my prom date/boyfriend Chuck came to pick me up.

“We grieve because we love and have been loved well, there is no shame in that and no time limit”.

It’s been two years without you and it’s not been easy. Doing our best to take care of mom. Every time we hear certain songs they remind us of you. 
We know you are with us watching over us all the time. Love you so much. ❤️

Thinking of George today and remembering him singing at Al the get togethers 🎵 

The “best man” at my wedding was not the closest friend my husband chose. He was the man who walked me down the aisle. 
I miss you dad. Every day. It’s getting worse as time goes by. I miss your advice, integrity, stories, songs and unconditional love. There’s a void in me now. Never knew when you were just a phone call away . I heard a message you left just the other day, your voice and words telling me you loved me and were thankful for me made me cry. Wish I had one more day with you to say the goodbye we never got to say. Hug and kiss you. Hold your hand and let you know your life had such an everlasting meaning to each of us. You never know how much you’re going to miss someone till they’re gone or what an impact they had on your life. I hope in some way you can still read my words daddy. You were the best man I have ever known. All the qualities a daughter could ask for in a father. And mom in a husband.
Renee, mom and I were so lucky God gave us you. I want you to know that. Somehow. Because I wasn’t by your side when you took your last breath. It haunts me every day. But I have faith somehow you can read these words from heaven. Your life meant so much to us. You thought you were a bad dad. You didn’t give us every thing we needed. But you did. You gave us your love. You have the kindest most giving heart. Put us first. You are my hero. I know you’re with me, mom and Renée. Spiritually. We see the signs. The dimes and butterflies. We know. We love you. Miss you. Your song lives on forever in our hearts. Best Dad Ever.

Love you Dad❤️ Miss you always. I’m sure you’re singing in heaven to all the angels.

January 17th On the one year anniversary...

I’m coming to visit and talk to you soon. It’s been a year ago today. The worst day of my life. I miss and love you so much daddy. 

DEAREST GEORGE I MET YOU WHEN DIANNE & I WERE BESTIES AT SOUTHWEST. MY FONDEST MEMORY WAS AT ZAYRE STORE WHEN DIANNE POINTED AT YOU & YELLED “SHOP LIFTER, SHOP LIFTER” I LAUGHED SO HARD & YOU WERE ABSOLUTELY UP FOR THE JOKE. I MISS DIANNE I WOULD LIKE HER TO CALL ME. YOU WERE SPECIAL TO ME. I ADMIRED YOUR PATIENCE WITH DIANNE AND HOW YOU LOVED YOUR WIFE. PLEASE HAVE DIANE CALL ME 813-294-6245. I KNOW YOU ARE RESTING SO PEACEFUL, ANGELA 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!
We went to visit you yesterday on your birthday. First birthday without you here. It was hard. It was a sunny beautiful day. The 3 pinwheels we added when Harper, Christyne, Chuckie, Edmund and I went to visit you in July started to spin quickly on their own even though there was no wind. I believe you know we were there to wish you a Happy Birthday! You are my guardian Angel NAF 🙏
These flowers are from your grandkids and great granddaughter on your birthday! We miss you so much but know you are still with us.
Love you! Dianne Mommy Renée Christyne Chuckie Chuck Edmund and Harper


Daddy,
Your main wish was to make sure Renée and I were taking care of mommy. We are. You always gave to others and put yourself last. I miss your advice. I miss your singing. I miss your jokes. I miss having my dad a phone call away. I miss YOU. We all do. Moms OK. Sad. Wishes you were next to her solving trivia and crossword puzzles, watching Jeopardy and old movies. She misses her husband of 66 years. But she’s OK. Just wanted you to know. Don’t worry! I love you. Dianne

Hi Daddy,
I wanted to share a few things with you even though in some strange way I already know you know. Because I believe it was you reaching out to me to give me a sign, some comfort you were with me always.
The first odd experience happened to Chuck. He asked Alexa on a Saturday morning “What time is it?” and our Alexa replied, “It’s 9:35. Have a good morning George”. Chuck called for me to tell me Alexa just called him your name. It freaked him out a little. We’re used to it now because whenever your son in law asks Alexa anything it calls him George! We know it was you!
Second happened last week. I was out trimming a bird of Paradise (which I never do lately) and my cell rang. I was talking on speaker to a company and walking around our front yard when I noticed something sparkling under the dirt. I realized it was my wedding ring I lost over 5 years ago. Right there. Shining in the sun out of the blue saying pick me up! The lady on the line heard me screaming “How did my wedding ring get here? I can’t believe this!”  I knew it was you!
Last story happened last night. I’d been waiting for you to come visit me in a dream. It’s been 2 months. Nothing. I was up at 4 am because I couldn’t sleep. Went back to sleep. Had a vivid dream. Renee, mommy, you and I were all sitting at our dining table in our exact dining room at 8631 eating dinner. You were dressed like you were when you got home from work. Mom and you were sitting at the ends of the table. Renee and I were playing around with our food. Everyone was done eating. Mom cleared the table and you all got up to go watch tv in the family room. Except for me. You looked at me and said like you did so many nights when I was a little girl,” You can’t get up from the table till you finish your milk.” And I was sitting there alone. Stubborn. Not drinking my milk. Even till bedtime. And I woke up. And I knew it was you!
I love you and I miss you so much daddy. Please keep visiting me. I know it’s you! Dianne

Joyce,
Just found out about George, I am so sorry for your loss.
I will let Sue know as well.
Please call me 703-881-2473

I became friends with Diane when we were in middle school so I have many fond memories of George. I remember him being such a soft spoken man. In all these years I don’t think I ever heard him yell. I am sure as teenagers we gave him many reasons to yell at us  for something we had done. I always remember George and Joyce going square dancing on the weekends. They were such a beautiful couple. George adored Joyce. Diane and Renee were the lights of his life. He was an amazing dad, grandfather and husband. He sang like an angel. I will cherish the memories I have of him forever. Rest In Peace George. Till we meet again. Love Robin❤️

We lived far apart but Uncle George was always very friendly and warm to my family.
I felt a connection to Uncle George because my mother always told me I took after my Uncle George. I was a gentile child and he was a gentile man.
My father adored him, and my mother was very fond of him.
He is a great loss to our family.
My heart goes out to Aunt Joyce, Dianne and Renee and there families.
God will remember him.
Love
David

I remember Uncle George singing at my grandma’s goodbye party in 99.  He had an amazing voice and it was wonderful to see him sing. I was so impressed just a few weeks ago when he sang at Aunt Barbara’s funeral.  It was the same song and was very emotional.  There was something special about all the Babbitt siblings- such a zest for life and Uncle George definitely had that.  He also had those piercing Babbitt eyes! I am lucky to have inherited them and will also think of the wonderful Babbitt’s when someone comments on my eyes.  Much love to those who are grieving and may he always be remembered:) 

My mother Virginia, a Babbitt sister, often spoke fondly of  Uncle George, her "baby brother," the youngest of 8. I remember their long distance phone calls, since we remained in his hometown of Chicago. I first got to know him as an adult when I visited FLA. for conferences or to see Aunt Barbara and Uncle Norm, who lived nearby. Uncle George and I became "phone buddies" over the last decade or two, especially in the last few years. He had so many talents and deeply loved his wife and family. He brought both tears and smiles to me and many with his incredible voice and musical talent. I know that he will be forever treasured and remembered with love by wife, children, grandchildren, nieces, nephews, friends,  and others who were fortunate enough to have known him. My heart and thoughts are with his family.

My Uncle George
Was many things
A talented singer and songwriter:
A highly professional statistician:
A man of extraordinary moral and ethical conduct;
A man who had unlimited love and concern for the
welfare of his two lovely daughters, Dianne and Renee;
A man who had unlimited love, devotion and concern for
his strikingly beautiful wife, my aunt Joyce;
A man who was also my friend;
Miss you Uncle George       -      Jimmy


We wanted to send our deepest condolences to all of you.  I will miss Uncle George singing at the Christmas parties down in Pembroke Pines at my Grandma Jeanne and Grandpa Jack's place.  It was always a nice time when the family was together.  There was always happiness and laughter.   I'm so sorry again for the loss of Uncle George.  May his memory be a blessing.  

Sincerely,
Ellen, Adam, Josh and Samantha Lerner 

My sister Dianne pretty much summed up the past and the history of Dad and Mom.
My Dad was a smart man who loved trivia, reading the World Almanac and the Reader’s Digest. He loved Jeopardy and spent hours watching the Game Show Network answering questions on Cash Cab. He was the luckiest Yahtzee player I ever saw. He could still sing beautifully and did so at his sister Barbara’s Zoom funeral service a few weeks ago.
In his final months, the severe pain took the joy out of these things.
Now he is truly at peace.
I love you Dad.❤️
Your daughter Renee.

Our deepest sympathies to Diane snd her family. 

My name is Dianne and I’m a daddy‘s girl. So I got really lucky that George Babbitt was my father. My dad was the youngest of 8 children born and raised in Chicago. He moved to Miami Beach with his parents and met a girl named Joyce Goldman who moved to Miami Beach from New York with her parents. They saw each other across a crowded room and the rest was history. They got married six months later. Then the romantic solitude was interrupted by two screaming babies… Renée and Dianne. We had the best dad ever. No competition. He loved and adored us almost as much as he loved and adored our mom. Being the only man in the house obviously taught him how to be a better man. Never an unkind word we grew up in a very safe and nurturing environment. He taught us how to be good by leading by example. I’ve said many times I had a perfect childhood because it was true and I thank my parents for that. My dad was a kind generous man. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for others. I remember he bought Renée and ice cream sandwiches at a Woolworths and he bought some for two other kids standing there and I got so angry and said why would you buy ice cream sandwiches for them you’re our dad! And he said because it was the right thing to do. Yes, I was a brat. A daddy‘s girl. And I dreaded this day my whole life I told my parents don’t ever die, if you die I’ll die I’ll go insane but I didn’t... some of you might disagree. And the reason I didn’t was because as selfish as a kid I was I learned from my dad it would be selfish of me now to want my father to stay to make the rest of us feel better. When he was in so much pain for so long. He made me realize that by letting him go he would finally be at peace. Believe me if I could have him here forever I would.

94 years old. He lived a long and happy life. 66 years of marriage to the girl he met across a crowded room when he was 27. He was a smart honest kind husband, father and grandfather. His voice was beautiful. His joy was singing for others, square dancing and traveling with his wife. His grandchildren and especially Harper. 

He always worried he was a burden on us especially in the end. He always worried about my mom being taken care of. He always worried about the car behind him following too close… The fact is he always worried.
So now I believe all his worries are gone. Along with his pain. He’s reunited and singing “The girl that I marry” and “Good Night Sweetheart”to all his family and friends in heaven.
It’s going to be hard when the grief finally sets in and he’s not here with advice or to see him like we did every day.

He will always be with us in our hearts forever. I will still talk to him often. And every time I say “Alexa Play Robert Goulet” I will know he will be listening too. And every night my mom goes to bed he will kiss her goodnight. Good night sweetheart till we meet tomorrow.
Goodbye daddy. I love you and miss you forever. You’re the best dad ever. 

Love your daughter,
Dianne (aka: Monkey Face) 
Yes they said I looked like a monkey when I was a baby and called me Monkey Face!

     Uncle George was my mother’s youngest brother. He and my mom were very close and so the families were close. 
     I remember my Uncle as a very sweet and caring man who loved to sing.
When we were visiting he would often serenade us with his deep resounding pitch perfect voice. 
     He was a genuinely nice person and we would call each other often. I enjoyed baking oatmeal raisin cookies for him and my lovely Aunt Joyce.
      He’s now with his big sister, Barbara, my mom. I want to believe he’s singing to her once again. 
     I will miss our conversations, his laughter and his songs.
Thank you, Uncle George, for sharing some of your time with me. I won’t forget you and your love lives on in my heart.

One of my  favorite memories of my Uncle George was the time he sang a beautiful song while visiting his sister Barbara at her home. Another was an occasion at a restaurant, where, after eating, my mother and her bother George went to a separate reception space where they sat together and talked, reminiscing and just having fun.  The kindness and love they shared for one another was so evident and uplifting. 

Remembering Uncle George is a reminder to me of the  importance of being open to others. I was struck by his willingness to listen and share reciprocally with me. This is a special trait that's hard to find nowadays. And he was a special person!

George was a gentle soul and spirit who I know will live on and shine brightly in our own hearts. 

May we all act with the same enlightened actions toward others that made George such a loving  and compassionate person.

May George's family find all blessings at this difficult time. 
Love, Donald

George was a lovely man, who loved to sing and square dance with his lovely bride.  At gatherings, George would light up the room with his beautiful voice. I will miss you, but you will never be forgotten. RIP my friend 💕      Colleen Weaver

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George Babbitt

27 August, 1926 – 17 January, 2021

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