George A. Cascinai – June 23, 1956 – January 5, 2022. Adopted at age 3 by Al and Frances Cascinai. Lived in Port Alexander, Alaska most of his adult life.

Notes From George – Don’t Forget to Love – Series

From the time he was eight, George used to tell me he was certain everyone else knew a secret he didn’t.

He couldn’t explain what it was—only that something in his life felt missing, and that emptiness ached.

Our mother had been gone two years, and we’d been passed from one relative to another, so I assumed he missed her. But there was always something deeper in George’s restlessness—a quiet awareness that he didn’t quite belong.

That sense of being out of step with the world became, for him, a lifelong search for meaning.

He would sometimes ask if he was an “accident,” if he hadn’t really been meant to be part of our […]

Notes From George – Remembering George – Series

George and I always shared a deep love for the water. For me, that meant living along the coastline for fifty years and now settling near two quiet lakes.

For George, it meant the vast ocean of Port Alexander, Alaska—an untamed place where the tides, currents, and winds of Southeast Alaska ruled daily life.

We both grew up in a family where love and respect weren’t evenly distributed, and yes, there were times when we felt alone and even frightened. So, George and I created our own joy—we threw little parties, dreamed of mansions, and clung to each other’s company.

I adored George and admired his simple, steady energy. He never graduated from high school, […]

The Girl Left Behind – Haunted by a Mother’s Death – Series

On the evening of October 14, 1962, George and I were just kids on vacation, free from rules and bedtimes.

We laughed with Aunt Connie and Uncle Chuck while cousin Mike popped us bowls of popcorn, the buttery smell filling the kitchen. Later, we clanged away at the pinball machine in the garage, its flashing lights making us feel like the night could go on forever.

When we finally grew tired, we hugged and kissed Aunt Connie and Uncle Chuck goodnight, wrapped in their warmth, before curling up in our beds, safe and happy.

The house grew quiet. We drifted into sleep without a care in the world. But then, somewhere in the darkest hours, […]

Notes From George – A Dream with George – Series

I drifted off last night with George on my mind, quietly asking what he might think about me writing this blog. To my surprise, he showed up in my dreams. It felt so real—like he was alive again, moving through time and space beside me—until morning pulled me back.

 

Soooo… what’s happening in your little corner of Earth and time right now?

Ah, I understand…

Oh my goodness…

I hear you…

Mmm, I get it…

Oh wow…

These little talks always make me smile.

George

 

This dream was a comfort—a sweet glimpse of George that I carried with me […]

Notes From George – A Brother’s Legacy of Love & Wisdom – Series

Notes from George

An Introduction

My brother George never set out to be a teacher. He wasn’t loud with his wisdom, and he never sought the spotlight. His lessons were carried in the quiet way he lived—simple words, steady love, and a bravery that never asked to be noticed.

This series, Notes from George, gathers those moments and holds them close. They are reminders of the best little brother anyone could have, and reflections of the truth he lived: that love, even when whispered, leaves an echo that carries on.

George was born on June 23, 1956, and by December 25th, he became my most cherished Christmas gift. I had wished for a baby […]

The Girl Left Behind – The Last Morning I Saw My Mother Alive – Series

The last morning I saw my mother alive, she carried herself with a strange kind of quiet, as if the world was holding its breath.

It was Columbus Day, October 12, 1962—a school holiday—and Aunt Connie had stayed the night to take George and me away for the long weekend.

Nothing about the day announced itself as different, yet looking back, I can see how the silence settled like a shadow over the house.

I woke to the smell of bacon drifting through the kitchen, a scent that has never left me.

When I walked in, the four of us—Mom, Aunt Connie, George, and me—sat together around the small table, bathed in the soft […]

Healing Childhood Wounds: Transforming Pain into Wisdom and Strength

Content Warning: Discussion of Bullying, Emotional, Physical, and Sexual Child Abuse

My Mindful Response to Overcoming Childhood Abuse

If you’re an adult man or woman living in the U.S. or any Western country today, chances are your upbringing was influenced by some peer abuse.

As a boy or a girl, you were likely a bystander, a perpetrator, or a victim of some bullying.

There was a time when George and I were growing up in California in the ’60s and ’70s; such behavior was dismissed with phrases like “boys will be boys” or “she is just a playground bully.” That’s no longer the case. Denial is a common and self-protective coping mechanism that many men and women adopt in early adulthood. While we may […]

A Great Sadness: Navigating Grief and Healing

Everyone assured me that my grief would ease after a year, but it only intensified.

I couldn’t help but wonder—was there something wrong with me?

On January 5, 2022, profound sorrow and a great sadness enveloped my life, leaving me silent for a long time. I withdrew from social interactions, rarely seeing anyone except during brief encounters at the local grocery store or on an occasional walk with Aspen. When I did cross paths with someone, a polite hug might be exchanged, but words were scarce. Being around others was challenging for me. I feared that any conversation might rip open the fragile scab over my wounded heart.

We all experience the loss of loved ones throughout our lives. For most, time eventually […]

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