Today Greg left us, more than 3 years after the onset of his illness and true to himself, on no one else’s timeline. Before he lost his ability to communicate, he wanted family and friends to know they were in his thoughts and that he loved his time with all of us.

Our family is honoring his request that there be no services. Being Terk, he hopes that in time, when it is safe to gather, you will remember him with good music, great food, and much laughter.

An avid outdoorsman who loved hiking and fishing, we will remember him with this:

I sit beside the fire and think
Of all that I have seen
Of meadow flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
In autumns that there were
With morning mist and silver sun
And wind upon my hair

I sit beside the fire and think
Of how the world will be
When winter comes without a spring
That I shall ever see

For still there are so many things
That I have never seen
In every wood in every spring
There is a different green

I sit beside the fire and think
Of people long ago
And people that will see a world
That I shall never know

But all the while I sit and think
Of times there were before
I listen for returning feet
And voices at the door
― J.R.R. Tolkien

Posted with broken hearts and much love - Martha, Chris, Carolyn, and Gina