From Ralf Dietrich

last night George held farewell court in his church, which was located in a desert and easy to find, being as it was the only building far and wide.  when i rang the door bell i could hear him fiercely play the organ inside, all stops pulled out.  he opened the door, assisted by his son [!].  at least that's what it looked like because of their physical similarities. they both were very cheerful.  later, when it was time to say good-bye,  George and I were sitting on top of some pile, maybe bales of straw and i had to help him get up, which was not easy as he was heavy. when we hugged i became very emotional and accepting the first words that came to my mind, thanked him for everything.“  he remained unperturbed and cheerful.  i woke up in tears but happy about the dream.