This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, Greg Dobrenchuk, who was born on March 18, 1951 and passed away on December 21, 2010.
We will love, miss, and remember Greg forever.... We are grateful for the many cherished memories of him that we will always have, and we take comfort in knowing that Greg now rests in peace in God's Heavenly Kingdom.
Remember Me
To the Living, I am gone,
To the sorrowful, I will never return;
To the angry, I was cheated.
But to the happy, I am at peace.
To the faithful, I have never left.
Talk to me, and I will hear,
your prayers, they comfort me,
your laughter makes me laugh,
but don't weep for me as I have my reward,
I am with the Father and He will never let me perish,
The Lord comforts me, and longs to comfort you.
So be happy my family and don't despair,
I am in good hands, waiting for the day when
the Lord calls you to come home.
Anon
So,
Greg came to visit me at my house in Virginia Beach, around 1994-95. I can't remember the exact year. He had a great time golfing at the course at NAS Oceana. Then, I needed some help with my 1987 Buick Regal "T" Type. The fuel tank had rusted through, was leaking, and needed to be replaced. I got a new one, we drained and un-bolted the old leaky one, and we were lying on our backs in the driveway trying to get the new one in place. Sometime during all that, Greg rolled over, and said "Look, here's a 4-leaved clover!" I couldn't believe it - I had never seen one before!
Sure enough, an actual, real-live, 4-leaved clover, growing in a clump of regular 3-leaved clovers! I don't know how he spotted it! Greg picked it, and placed it out flat between two small pieces of glass or plastic. I think I still have that here somewhere, now I have to go look for it!
Thanks for all your help, my Brother, and Happy Birthday to you!
Love, Dana
Dear Greg,
It’s baseball season again, and so I naturally think of you… I remember all the times playing catch, and all our batting practice sessions in our back yard in Wenham, using the plastic “whiffle balls”. Then, you turned it up a notch, and we started using the plastic golf balls instead! Faster, more movement, and harder to hit! But you knew it was good hit if it cleared the lilac bushes, and it went to Eaton Rd or Miss Johnson’s yard! You tried to teach me to pitch – curveballs, sinkers, knuckleballs – but I was never close to being as good as you were. But thanks for trying to coach me. And I remember as a kid going to all your games with Mom and Dad to watch you play… I’ll never forget that Grand-Slam homer you hit at Patton Park! That was awesome! If I remember correctly, that won the game, didn’t it? You were good, really good! And we enjoyed watching, as much as you enjoyed playing. “Batter Up!”
Love, Dana
