Dear Lisa, I'm so glad that we had a chance to have dinner together in Boston and with Sharon in Miami. Everything seemed so positive in Boston that it just seemed natural that all would work out. I am so, so sorry that that promise lasted only a few years instead of the decades that you all, and especially Greg, deserved.
Dear Aunt Ellen, Jay, and Vicki, I am heartbroken for you and with you. Our summer vacations together throughout my childhood are an indelible part of my history.
- The long drive through Pennsylvania (etc etc) to finally wind up in the exotically-named Kalamazoo where you lived in the remarkable house with (seemingly) a million levels and the beautiful backyard. A sudden doubling of the number of "kids my age" so that we could play tons of tennis, board games, arcades and other fun. And yes, Greg was forever winning! I can still remember a ping pong game with him where I was struggling to keep up and, by some miracle, the ball bounced off the wall and back onto his side of the court. I said (in desperation), "OK! rebounds off the wall should count!" Greg, unperturbed, said, "Fine." and proceeded to demolish me by bouncing the darn ball off the wall EVERY TIME. No practice, no warming up, just naturally that gifted.
- Another long drive through Wisconsin to reach Grandma & Grandpa's home. How did it never change? Grandpa's magic machining equipment and Grandma's "chewing gum" washing machine... The might Wisconse, practically outside the door (OK, over a wall, and across a field, but still!). More tennis and board games plus the added joys of Dairy Queen, the Five & Dime (oh, the treasures to be had!) and Council Grounds. And fishing. I'm not sure I ever caught anything live, but you could count on Greg catching a beautiful fish almost every time.
- I especially remember one hike/wade we made up the Wisconsin Dells with our Dads and brothers. It was a perfect day, and such a beautiful place. I'll always treasure that memory.
I don't remember ever having a fight or even a real disagreement in all those years and all that time together. We grew apart as we stopped having summer vacations together and our generation dispersed to the four corners of the country. Greg clearly made so many smart choices, especially in marrying the wonderful Lisa and raising smart and kind Sharon, in picking a career where he could make so many useful contributions in a fascinating field.
We all make choices and deal with the consequences, but we can't pick our luck. I am so sorry, Greg, that you had to deal with such an unrelenting cancer. I admire the calm stoicism with which you approached each phase of the disease. I am grateful to have had that little bit of extra time to be with you and get to know some of the joy you created.
Rest in peace, Greg.
Love,
Linda