George Gleason

George Gleason (July 6, 1944 – May 5, 2025).

George Gleason, beloved husband, father, friend, pharmacist, pilot, and purveyor of perfectly

timed punchlines, passed away peacefully on May 5, 2025, with his loving wife Mary and Son

Brian by his side. He was 80 years old, though his wit remained sharp and his jokes ever-

recycled right up to the end.

George lived a life as expansive as the skies he loved to fly. A dedicated pharmacist by trade,

but outside the white coat, George was a man of motion and curiosity—soaring as a licensed

pilot, exploring the world as an avid traveler with his wife Mary of 35 years and son Brian.

Always sharing his encyclopedic knowledge as a respected speaker and expert on the Battle

of the Little Bighorn (a topic he could cover from all angles—and then a few more).

He was also a proud member of The Bridges community in Montrose, Colorado—a town he

cherished and called home most of his life. And while his golf game was, let’s say,

“aspirational” (especially around the greens), he approached every round with the same

optimism he brought to life: that today just might be the day he’d sink that chip shot.

And then there was the gym. George was there 5 to 6 days a week, tackling every class with

the intensity of a 25 year old—or maybe just trying to survive one more spin session under the

supervision of the meanest instructor in 27 counties. Of course, that instructor also happened

to be his wife Mary. But he never missed a class. Not even the early ones. The man was

committed—to fitness, yes, but most likely due to the fact that Mary might not bake his favorite

dessert that week, a cherry crisp.

George’s true superpower, though, was making people laugh. Whether you were meeting him

for the first time or the hundredth, you were bound to hear his signature line—“Would you look

at the time”—delivered with a theatrical tap on his watch and a grin that made you forget you'd

heard it yesterday (and probably the day before that). He repeated stories and jokes not out of

forgetfulness, but because they were like old friends—always welcome, always worth sharing 

again.

He had a laugh that made you feel lighter, and a spirit that made any room feel a little brighter.

George’s life was full of love, joy, and adventure, and though his passing came far too

suddenly, his legacy is one of deep affection and unforgettable charm.

He was one of one, and well, as George would put it, "Would you look at the time..." Rest well, George. 

You will be missed.