It is with a heavy heart I find myself writing the following.
Greg was a kind hearted person. Always searching for love and acceptance. As a child he was always active sometimes bouncing off of the walls. He had so much energy. As he grew so did his problems. Losing his Mother Loretta was devesting and a year later his beloved Grandmother also passed on. I think from there his life took a turn and not in the right direction. Family tried to help but I think his fate was already set, or in his mind it was already set. He tried his best but life got in the way. In his later years he had trouble coping with his health issues and life in general. One thing I do know is that if he saw someone in need he would not hesitate to help in anyway way he could. I do believe he finally has found the peace he had been searching for and reunited with beloved family members. "May the angel of the morning touch your cheek." This is from a song we used to play for him to help him sleep when he was very young. With all my love dear Greg. Go. Be with the angels. Love forever. Aunt Marge.
