This is my father Greg.he was the most humble of souls.he loved helping people.Any body who asked of him.Evan people he didnt know.My father would never ask anything in return.my father was a peaceful man, I think I only heard him raise his voice 1 or 2 times , my whole life.W/ my father people came first,it was always that way.All walks of life. My dad was a people person .I never heard him say any hateful or dirogatory thing that would hurt or demean anyboby in any way . His actions spoke louder than words.He raised us love thy nieghbor,never read a book by its cover, hate is never the answer etc... that type of thing.This now is the way me and my brother raise our children.It instilled in us that differences are only on the outside. He was a musician,preacher , missionary,artist and so much more.This is an owe to him.My father loved music,,his family friends and his music.Anything he had he would give when ever a situation came up, and some one needed help or service.people could confide and trustin him. Anything he could do he would.HE often would be the mediator in silly sibling rivalries.Some that had lasted more than ten years.HE brought people he knew joy and laughter. After he passed from a very rare disease called "Creutzfeldt-Jakob" At the sevice so many people came up to me and my brother , person after person told us that it was an honor just to of known him and call him friend.My father had alot of friends.Before the service they had to go through three different places because none of the others were big enough.That cathedral was so packed , filled to the brim . There werent enough seats, there were so many people, some had to stand in the back . There will be more about him very soonAlways wanting family to come first .
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