"GRAHAM, George M. Of South Weymouth, formerly of North Weymouth, died September 20, 2016. George worked as an engineer for many years. He was a volunteer for NOAA, Care Packs, Fore River Young Marines and a member of the Atlantic White Shark Conservancy. George was also a Weymouth Youth Baseball Coach. Always looking for his next adventure, George could often be found hiking, kayaking, traveling and collecting junk. He enjoyed photography, playing the guitar, solar pyrography, had an affinity for sharks, birds of prey, Civil War and WWII history and his beloved puppy Hal. He will be fondly remembered for his crazy sense of humor, well known for his "George-isms", storytelling, the ability to fix anything, and devotion to his family. George's celebration services are to be as bright and colorful as his life. Beloved husband of 22 years to Karen (Bodio) Graham. Devoted father of Alec and Evan Graham. Cherished son of the late George and Elaine Graham. Loving nephew of Marilyn Moran, Kenny and Pat, Milton "Dutchie" and Jane Moore, Sarah Atencio, the late Patricia Brinkmann and the late Roberta "Bobbie" Graham. Special cousin or "brother" of Bob, Frank, Paul, Cheryl, Diane and Karen Brinkmann, Lynn Moore, Carla Loonie, Scott Moore, Tommy and Richard Moran, Lynn Golemme, Lorraine Rovani, Gayle Aguirre and George "GP" Treantafel . Also survived by many extended family members and many, many friends. Relatives and friends are respectfully invited to attend the visiting hours on Friday 3-8 PM in the McDonald Keohane Funeral Home NORTH WEYMOUTH at 40 Sea Street (off Route 3A - Bicknell Square).. Funeral Mass in St. Jerome Church, Weymouth, Saturday at 10 AM. George's services are a celebration of his wonderful life so bright clothing and hawaiian shirts are requested and encouraged both days. In lieu of flowers donations in memory of George may be made to Dana-Farber Cancer Institute, P.O. Box 849168, Boston, MA 02284 or Atlantic White Shark Conservancy, PO Box 66, Chatham, MA 026
The Graham's fascination with sharks, especially the great white, was of long standing- you will see the shark themes in his funeral. Karen was in a kayaking group where one of her congeners was struck and dumped, but not injured , by a white last year. As Tom McGuane mused many years ago, at the edge of the sea you are at the edge of a great wilderness.
|George at home with a shark head|
|...and contemplating a more dry- land phenomenon- our official ruin.|