I still wake up every morning in disbelief that you're gone. 5 months ago today heaven gained a beautiful angel but I unfortunately lost my first love and best friend. I miss you so much and more and more everyday. You gave mom, Macee, Ash and I the best life we could ever ask for and for that I am eternally grateful. You showed me how a father, husband and friend should be and to never settle for less than I deserve. You taught me not to give a damn about what anyone thinks and you showed me you loved me everyday. I miss the little things, and hearing from you all the time. I love you so much Dad, thanks for making me the happiest girl in the world for 19 years, I would do anything for more time.
—

All my thoughts are of Greg this morning.  I was remembering when he came to Emilee's graduation. How she insisted he be there. My girls loved and respected Greg so much. He was so good to them always. Greg had worked all day and was tired but drove all the way out here straight from work.  I remember being so proud of him when we walked into that graduation.  I was always so happy to spend time with my brother.  He made me feel so safe and loved. When they called Emilee's name and she walked across the stage he let out a loud WHOOP WHOOP!   I am sure everyone heard it, I know she did and it meant the world to her! This is just another memory I will always treasure of Greg.  I miss him so much,  

Greg had many beautiful homes in his life but the one home he loved the most is on Mount Norway in Washougal, Washington.  I would like to give you a brief history of that home.  It is located on 5 acres and when Greg bought the house and turned it into a home the only thing there was the house.  Just to let all who read this story, here is what my son added and built to make it his dream home. 

A complete 3 rail white fence around the lower acres, a 2 stall barn built by himself, a paved driveway, an arch over the driveway entrance that read "DIAMOND G RANCH",  a round pen on the upper acre and an above ground pool and trampoline.
You ask, why all the fencing, the barn and the round pen?  Well, Greg also had 2 to 3 horse at anyone time.     

Once all of the planting of flowers was done, the hanging pots hung on the deck and the patio and deck furniture set out, the water fountain running this truly was a beautiful home and a paradise to behold.   

Because of my job in the undeground mining industry I left Portland many years ago.  I would visit my children as often as I could and those were some of the best days of my life.  Because I have four children I would spend at least one night with each of them and sometime during my visits we would all get together at the Spagetti Factory.  That was one of our favorite places to all get together to talk, laugh, hug and kiss each other besides enjoying the "Spaget" as Greg would say.  My son Greg always had short names for things that would sometimes make us laugh like Brek for breakfast, Din for Dinner and so many others.


My last visit to see my children before Greg past away was September 16th and the visit was to spend all of the time with Greg.  I was there for eight days. This was 14 days before Greg past into heaven on October 8th, 2014.  He and I would talk, watch TV, and just lounge.  Since there was a TV in his bedroom we would both lie on the bed and watch TV and as you can guess, take a nice nap.  I loved lying on the bed with my son feeling his closeness just as I do today.  It was like lying on the bed with my son when he was just a baby.  That was 55 years ago but at times it seemed like yeaterday.

God's speed my son,

Dad

I am so moved by what my Dad wrote yesterday. His ability to articulate such precious memories was so meaningful to me.  I envisioned it all in my mind. His words truly encompassed so much of what my brother was. 

That is the purpose for this website, to share thoughts like those of my Dad. I dedicate it all to the memory of Greg and those he left behind who miss him. I want people to know it is alright to grieve and to live with Greg still alive in our hearts.

Personally speaking,  it will take me forever to accept that he is gone.  Eventually I hope I’ll be able to laugh and smile (genuinely) when talking about him. I’m getting there. I know he would want me to be happy and find peace that he is no longer in pain.  I try to find comfort in that.  He was larger then life and it’s just going to take time….lots of time and that’s okay.

My daughter Michelle wrote how much Greg loved spring and summer and just being outside dialing up his year.

I would like to share a short but beautiful story with everyone that looks at this site.


Last July 17th I went to visit Greg and he was showing me what beautiful cedar planter boxes he had made for in front of his garage.  There are three of them and we had to go get flowers for them as well as other pots around the deck.  Greg was excited to get things planted.  He had a load of soil in his truck so we emptied some into the planter boxes and pots.  We went to Shorty's nursery and Lowes in Vancouver and Greg bought all kinds of beautibul flowers to plant.  We did this over two days and one day he had to stop at Arby's to get a beef and cheese sandwich and one day he had to stop at Sonic to get a hot dog with mustard and onions.  He scarfed them both down.  Of course, I also ordered something both days but my true pleasure was watching Greg eat them since he wasn't eating much back then.  

once we got back to Greg's he had his hands in the dirt and was planting the flowers.  I can honestly tell you, he was so happy to get the flowers going and loved having his hands in the dirt.    

One of the other days  I was there also in July, Greg and i tore down the old above ground swimming pool and hauled it to the dump.  Greg was right in there with me doing his share of tearing down the pool.

This is just one of the great times i had doing things together with my son and it was the last time my son was able to do any physical work but he loved doing it and stood back those days and admired the beautiful flowers in his new flower boxes and pots.


I am sure that he is tending to God's flower gardens in heaven and you can bet that the gardens are more beautiful than ever.             

I come to this site frequently, not to feel sad but to read stories, look at photos and listen to the music. It's another way of honoring Greg's life and I need that.

One thing I would like to share, life can change in an instant. We've all heard this many times. Unfortunately, it's a lesson each person can only learn when it does happens to them. Most of us live our lives as if the next day is guaranteed, but trust me, it is not. I didn't get it either. I find myself now wanting to go back to every friend and co-worker who ever lost a loved one before their time and apologize and hug them for not comforting them more than I did. 

I miss the opportunities I won't have with my brother.  All the things I took for granted. I think about our life together, how my family is coping in different ways. It's a rough road. There are good days and bad. That's all part of the process I guess.  More then anything, I don't want cancer to be the thing that defines Greg. What defines my brother was that he was an incredible human being whose legacy is that he made everyone around him want to be a better person. 

Spring is starting to hit me hard. All the new life around me, birds chirping flowers and trees blooming.  Greg loved spring, summer and being outside. By now, we would be discussing his ideas for hanging baskets, how he was going to "dial" in his yard and what new projects he was thinking of.  He could build, fix or create anything he set his mind to.

~ Missing him so much

When you were just a child
I would hold you in my arms
I felt the love you had for me
My keeping you safe from harm.    

I would look into your eyes  
And all the love I would see
How did I get so lucky
You were chosen just for me.

There is something special
About a son's love
Seems it was sent to me
From someplace up above.

Our love is everlasting
I just wanted you to know
That you are my special hero
And wanted to tell you so.

Dad                           

While sitting on the beach yesterday my mind was flooded with thoughts of my brother. The beauty and majesty of the ocean reminds me so much of Greg.  How much he enjoyed it, loved it and like to be near it.  Honestly, there are times when the reality of him being gone is like an overwhelming punch to the gut.  It would be completely impossible to have someone of Greg's magnitude and influence in your life- all your life, since day one - and "get over it".   We forge on in the same way he did. Manuevering through the pain and disappointments and trying to focus on the good memories.  He continues to inspire me everyday.  I was so blessed to have a brother like this. 

The six years that Greg was my son in law were some of the happiest days I have known.  When Jim and I would go to Portland to visit Jim's family the first person we generally saw was Greg.  I liked Greg from the first time I met him.  He had that great smile and a warm personality and made me feel good to be around him.

I worked in the grocery business for 19 years and many times Greg and I would talk or joke about different things relating to our jobs.  I always knew he knew what I was talking about.

Greg was always for his family first and foremost and accepted me into his family from the very beginning.  The void in our lives will be there until we are all reunited with him in heaven.  Until that time we have the memories, pictures and happy stories to share.

Love and miss you Greg,
Sharon       

What a great bunch of friends my son had in his short life.

Although, for me and my family, it seems such a short time ago that my son passed away.  It is almost amazing how the mind works when you lose someone that you so dearly love.  It has been just 134 days since that October 8th day when our hero passed into heaven.  My family, brother Mark, sisters Cindy and Michelle and his loving Mom thank all who have written stories and tributes and continue to do so as time goes on to my son.  Those stories and tributes have helped our family to look to each day with the promise of knowing how Greg is missed, loved and never forgotten by his many friends.


Thank you,

Jim  

I received this email from Kroger President, Mike Ellis.  He was kind enough to allow me to share his thoughts.  


Greg and I go back almost 40 years, worked together and spent some social time together. We were kids when we started at Fred Meyer. Greg is missed by so many and was always so kind and enjoyable to be around. He also was a fabulous leader at Fred Meyer.  

I think of him often,  

Mike 
 

"Make yourself nests of pleasant thoughts. None of us knows what fairy palaces we many build of beautiful thought, proof against all adversity. Bright fanciies, satisfied memories, noble histories, faithful sayings, treasure houses of precious restful thoughts, which care cannot disturb, nor pain make gloomy, nor poverty take away from us."
John Ruskin

Our nephew came into this life full of joy and hope. From birth to death,he lived a live of hope and joy. His warm smile and wonderful sense of humor endeared him in the hearts of many. It is hard to choose a specific memory to share about Greg, as they are all keepsakes. There was the time our two families lived on Stark Street and survived the Columbus Day Storm. Another was the lost green parrot Greg rescued, and how it lived in a large rod iron cage and liked spagetti.

Some say death is the end of all things; some believe in reincarnation; others believe in a heavenly place of rest prepared by a loving God. As for us, we like to think Greg is watching us all, free of pain and surrounded by those who have gone before him. We would like to think he would enjoy wishing everyone this Irish Blessing.

May there always be work for your hands to do; May your purse always hold a coin or two; May the sun always shine on your windowpane; May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain; May the hand of a friend always be near you; May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.

God bless you Greg.

There are so many amazing memories I have of my dad. But one that I will always hold close to my heart is when I was about 6 and the sun was just setting which made my room glow sort of this orange red color, it was summer time. I remember laying in my bed and my dad coming in to tuck me in, (well that's what he was supposed to do anyways!) We laid there and laughed together and I swear he tickled me for an hour straight! I don't know why this memory is so vived to me in my mind, just like it was yesterday! But I will never forget it because that's the thing my dad loved to most, make people laugh, make people happy. He didn't have to try very hard either. He was my hero, my go to man. It was like he knew everything, and he could do absolutley anything! Not a day goes by that I don't think about him, I continue to live my life for him. To make him proud, because I know he is and always will be watching over me. I miss you dad, sooo much. I miss you smoochin on my chubby cheeks and you always telling me how much you love me.   

Taken at 1002 Soo St., Minot, ND, in the summer of 1961.

Anytime anyone in Greg's family was embarking on an adventure, a vacation, redecorating, trying a new recipe or restaurant…..whatever the case, he would be so excited and interested in every detail.  He always showed such genuine pleasure in every moment of joy we had in life. 

I recall a time I went on a cruise over my birthday and unbeknownst to me, Greg arranged in advance to have champagne and flowers delivered to me on the ship.  I cannot tell you how much that meant to me.  I never forgot it.   The effort it took for him to contact the cruise line, handle the details, and to be so generous.  I knew the love he put in to this gesture and I felt so special he thought of me in this way.  There were countless times in life Greg did things like this for myself and our family.  He happily went out of his way to see we were sincerely thought of and cared for.  He wanted each of us to have such nice lives. 

When I got my first car.  He washed and detailed it to perfection.  He had me so pumped up about that old Datsun B210 with the AM radio you would have thought I bought a Porsche but this was Greg, he made you feel you were on top of the world. How I wish he were here right now telling me what color I need to paint a room, how to make the perfect dinner, what movie I should see or restaurant I should be trying.  The list goes on and on.  He was the EF Hutton of my life - when Greg spoke, I listened:)  Missing him every moment of every day.

I have known Greg for countless years now. I was fortunate to spend time with him at the beach we had a great time. God blessed me with that gift that I was able to spend a little quality time with him.  As I have read everyone’s stories I have essentially the same thing to say. Greg loved to laugh, he was a joker and I laughed many times with him. He was a straight forward person, if he didn’t like you or something; he spoke his mind and told you.  He treasured his family and his world revolved around them. I know I will see him again as will all that loved him.

Gary Sunderland

I remember going to a Seahawks game with Greg, my Dad and our old friend, John Miller.  We had such a great time!  Mostly, due to Greg.  Just his presence made everything more special. 

We had four tickets to the game that day but they weren't all together.  Luck was on my side because I got to sit with Greg the entire game.  We were in full Seahawk fan mode that day! Play-calling and analyzing strategies but most of all laughing and enjoying each others company.  There is no one else I would have wanted to share that day or game with.  Like I said, Greg had a way of making everything better. Being the "foodie" Greg was he even made the simple hot dogs and beer we had that day seem like magic.

As I read the stories written here about Greg, I realize that like me, it was Greg's wit and humor that resonated most with everyone. My brother had the type of laugh that made others smile & laugh along with him. I often thought of taping his laugh.  I never did. Greg's passing has taught me very clearly that opportunities aren't around for every tomorrow.   I miss him and knowing we will meet again in eternity keeps me going.
He was definitely the best brother a guy could have!

AS I READ THE STORIES AND TRIBUTES THAT PEOPLE THAT KNEW MY SON HAVE WRITTEN I CAN'T HELP BUT THINK OF WHAT MY SON WOULD THINK OF THESE STORIES.  BECAUSE MY SON WAS A STRANGER TO NONE AND FRIEND TO MANY, HE COULD UNDOUBTEDLY WRITE SOME STORIES ABOUT THOSE HE KNEW IN HIS LIFE.  I CAN GUARENTEE HIS STORIES WOULD BE FILLED WITH LAUGHTER, JOKES AND THE TRUE MEANING OF BEING A FRIEND.  MY SON WAS INVOLVED FROM THE DAY HE WAS BORN.  BY THIS IS MEAN HE MADE HIS GRANDPARENTS AND RELATIVES SMILE AND HUG HIM EVERYTIME HE WAS IN THE ROOM.  HE WAS ACCEPTED BY THE KIDS IN THE FIRST GRADE AT ST. RITA'S AND ALL THROUGHOUT GRADE SCHOOL AND HIGH SCHOOL.  I DON'T KNOW HIS SECRET FOR BEING ABLE TO MAKE FRIENDS EASILY OR WHY MOST EVERYONE WANTED TO BE WITH AND AROUND MY SON BUT IF I HAD TO GUESS, IT WAS HIS SMILE, LAUGHTER AND PERSONALITY AND MOST OF ALL HIS LOVE OF LIFE AND HAVING TRUE FRIENDS.


I THANK ALL OF YOU FOR YOUR WARM THOUGHTS AND STORIES OF MY SON AND THE LOVE YOU HAVE FOR HIM.  I LOOK FORWARD TO THOSE STORIES YET UNTOLD BY HIS MANY FRIENDS.


GOD BLESS YOU ALL AND I KNOW THAT SOMEDAY WE WILL SEE THAT SMILE AGAIN IN HEAVEN ONCE WE ARE REUNITED WITH MY SON GREG AND YOUR FRIEND.     

  How do you distill the essence of a 30 year friendship down to a couple paragraphs?, you can't.  I first met Greg in the early 80's through mutual friends.  This stocky, squinty eyed guy with a Cheshire cat grin.  He came up to me and said I looked like the Marlboro Man....with cancer. He then proceeded to have some sort of seizure that I soon learned was his laugh.  I liked him instanly, not realizing how important he and his family would become to my life.  Greg was a perfectionist in his appearance, work, house and projects, but he never turned that lazer on his friends.  If Greg found a quality in you he valued, he was your friend for life, despite any personal flaws you might have had.  He was fiercely loyal to family and friends.  He could make fun of them, but if anyone else did, they best be prepared to step into the octogon.  If he called you a "clown" you were in good standing with Greg.  I watched Greg grow into a devout family man.  He carried it well.  He was the first of all of his friends to have a career, a house and a family, and he showed many of us the way, and how to finally grow up.  When I heard that Greg had died, I was numb.  It took a week for the tears to come, then they came convulsively.  I loved Greg Gavett, he was my friend.

Whenever I saw my Uncle Greg he made me feel special, like I was one in a million.  I remember the time at the hospital when he was so sick and had so much on his mind but when I walked in he looked right at me, smiled and stretched out his arms and said "hi baby" like I was the only one in the room.  He always made me feel like he was so happy to see me.  He probably never realized how special he made me feel or how much that all meant to me.  When you are given attention from someone as special as Greg you feel you can do anything!  I love him so much and miss him everyday.  I hope the life I live will make him proud.  I will carry him with me my whole life.  oxox Madelyn

I remember my Uncle Greg with his quiet confidence whenever he spoke. I never second guessed anything he said or any question he answered. Greg was a good listener and always thought about a statement he was going to make. He appreciated the finer things in life and emulated a love for his family like none other. He was dedicated and always perservered. Greg inspired me because he always went the extra mile and finished his work with care. I catch myself just staring at his pictures sometimes thinking about what an accomplished person he was. Whenever I got to see him he would greet me with "Hi Beautiful" and I can still hear it when I think of it. Never did he greet me any other way and it was something personal to me. I always told him about my goals and what I was doing and he would offer his advice and encouragement. He made you feel like you could do anything. Greg had integrity and I respect him wholeheartedly. He was someone that went too soon and there isn't a day I dont think of him. I am so fortunate to have been able to know him and love him because he's such an important person in our family. He had goodwill, character and a lot of humor. He paid attention. I will always remember my uncle and feel him with us. I love you Greg, nothing is as nice without you. 

-Emilee

The first thing my dad taught me was to love as many things as you can, whether that be building something, cooking, horses, or motorcycles, it's okay to change your mind. But whatever you choose, to have passion, have passion for what you love and put everything you have into that one thing. If you buy a new motorcycle that means your whole garage turns into a Harley shop, you get tattoos and every person in your family owns a leather jacket. If you decide to own a horse that means you build a barn, a round pin and your house turns into diamond G ranch. My dad taught me that nothing compares to working hard and doing it on your own, and it's much easier than having to explain it to people who won't do half as good of a job as you can doing it yourself, and then you can brag about it later. He showed me the simple things in life are the most enjoyable, to my dad that consisted of a home cooked meal and a good movie In the comfort of his home surrounded by his girls. He taught me no matter what life throws at you, giving up is never an option no matter how hard times can get. Life won't always be easy, as my dad would say "life's a trip" but surrounded by the ones you love you will never have to face anything alone. And the most important thing my dad taught me was that there is nothing more important in this world than family. When life throws you a curve ball or knocks you down the ones that will be there to pick you back up and never leave your side through the darkest of times will be your family and there is no greater gift than that.

Big brother. Greg took those words seriously. I think being a big brother and loving his family like he did gave him the skills to be the leader he is. Greg is still leading today with his legacy, with his love. I've been apart of the family since high school Greg's sister Cindy is my best friend. Such a difficult loss for the entire family. So hard to understand ? This battle with cancer was just that. A Battle! Greg lead his family through this also.  Always leading by example. Greg's strength lives in all of the Gavett's, I especially saw this in Mark. Loving  his brother so much , wanting to be certain what Greg believed . Giving us all the security in knowing Greg's in Heaven . He's not only in Heaven , Greg's strength, love, joy for life  is with you. He wants you to live your very best life. He believes you can. XOXO Kristi

One of my most precious memories with my brother was the time he took me up to the mountain to ski.  I believe I was just maybe 19 or 20 at the time.  I hadn't been on skis but maybe twice in my entire life.  Greg, however, was an avid skiier, a skill that transitioned easily for him being a great hockey skater.  Greg could take up any sport for that matter and become easily proficient.  Anyway, after a few slow beginner runs with me ( that I am sure were a bit painful for Greg), Greg decided I was good enough to make it down the more advanced slope.  Greg always believed the best in everyones abilities.  We got to the top of the lift and I was very skeptical of how I was to get down such an advanced run (I believe it was what you call black diamond).  Greg said you will do great and I will help you.  It didn't take long for me to realize that he believed in me way more than I believed in myself.  As it turns out, I spent most of my way down on my behind while  all along asking, "why would you think I could do this?".  I both laughed and cried.  My brother laughed with me the whole way down and as promised, NEVER left my side.  He cheered me on and encouraged me the whole way down.  My whole life he was my cheerleader, my protector, my brother and my hero.   We laughed for many years over this story and it is still so dear to my heart.  

ONE OF THE THINGS THAT MY SON AND I DID A LOT OF WAS EAT IN RESTAURANTS.  ONE IMPARTICULER WAS TOSIS ON THE CORNER OF SANDY BOULIVARD AND 63RD.  IT WAS JUST A WORKING MAN'S RESTAURTANT BUT BOY DID GREG LIKE THE BREAKFAST THERE.  WE WOULD SIT, EAT, SIP COFFEE AND JUST TALK AND LAUGH WITH ONE ANOTHER.  THOSE WERE THE DAYS BUT UNFORTUNATELY THAT LITTLE RESTAURANT HAS CLOSED.  I DON'T KNOW WHY BUT THE GENTLEMAN THAT OWNED IT MUST HAVE GOTTEN OLD AND DECIDED TO RETIRE.

I MISS THOSE DAYS MY BOY BUT ALONG WITH THE MISS I HAVE WONDERFUL AND HAPPY MEMORIES OF OUR GREAT TIMES TOGETHER.


LOVE YOU,

DAD      

 

When I look back on my many stories of Greg and our childhood so much comes to mind.  Mostly, the way he took on the world with such zest!  He was the creator of mischief, encouraged us to use our imaginations, to make each day an adventure.  He would lead and three siblings would follow.  

Everything was brighter and more colorful in those years.  Us playing games, being outside, constantly challenging each other on who could run the fastest or hold their breath the longest.  I vividly recall he and Mark, along with their friends, building forts and rafts with such perfection and detail only to have them sink midway through the canals behind our house in New Mexico.  My Mom on the banks a nervous wreck!  Still, we all looked on with pride.  I remember the time he insisted we go to the drive-in to see Willard but Mom's old station wagon had a flat tire. Greg got out the bike pump and worked until it became a hot iron stake LOL! But, he got us there just like we knew he would.    

I once read that boys were intended to encounter all kinds of adventure and risks in order to prepare them for a man’s life with cool, cautious self-possession and success. Well, this must be true because it certainly epitomized my brother.   From childhood on, I swear that man had the Midas touch. Everything he touched seemed to turn to gold.  He never did anything half ass as they say:)  And his heart, well, that was gold, too.  

He was a big brother, best friend, my go-to person whenever I had major issues regarding life. We loved to laugh together and could discuss food, politics and people to no end. He wasn't the 'over-protective big-brother' type, but he was always willing to pitch in, lecture me, scold me, make me understand whenever he felt I was doing something which could harm me in the long run. He's one of the very few people in life I actually respected.  In fact, let's just say I mostly worshipped the man!:)  

I remember Michelle and I going to Greg's house one day, we were making a video for their mom's 75th birthday. While I set up the camera and prepared to start filming, Greg in his usual wit hollered out "Makeup" Michelle hustled over and hastily brushed his face with a make up brush and straightened his hair only to be quickly shooed away as if he were Clark Gable on the set of Gone With The Wind. No retakes here, Greg knew exactly what he was going to say, when and how he was going to say it. After some heartfelt words for his beloved mother and a few funny stories Greg ended his tribute with "Stay thirsty my friends" followed by that infectious smile. This is how I will always remember Greg, love you brother.

WITH SO MANY HAPPY STORIES TO REMEMBER ABOUT MY SON GREG AND THAT THEY ARE ALL MY FAVORITES I WILL JUST START WITH THIS ONE.


GREG AND I MADE SEVERAL STOPS AT HIS FAVORITE PLACE, STANICH'S, IN PORTLAND.  WHY WAS IT ONE OF HIS FAVORITE PLACES TO STOP?  STANICH'S IS A TAVERN BUT WE DIDN'T STOP THERE FOR THE BEER, IT WAS THE DELICIOUS HAMBURGERS.  GREG'S FAVORITE WAS CALLED THE "SPECIAL".  IT CONSISTED OF GROUND CHUCK, CHEESE, HAM, BACON, EGG, TOMATO, LETTUCE AND ONION.  WE WOULD LAUGH BECAUSE SO MUCH OF THIS BURGER WOULD BE ON HIS FACE.  HE THOUGHT THE NAME SHOULD BE CHANGED TO THE COLOSSAL BURGER.  WE WOULD LAUGH ALL THROUGH THE MEAL BETWEEN BITS.  AS WE WERE LEAVING GREG WOULD TELL THE CASHIER THAT IT WAS THE BEST BURGER IN TOWN AND LAUGH THAT SPECIAL LAUGH OF HIS.  I NEVER HAD THE "SPECIAL" BECAUSE I JUST ENJOYED SEEING MY SON SMILE AND ENJOY IT SO MUCH. I ALWAYS JUST HAD THE REGULAR BURGER AND GREG WOULD SAY, "DAD YOU NEED TO TRY THIS BURGER JUST ONE TIME" BUT I NEVER DID.


JUST A SIMPLE MEMORY BUT WHAT A GREAT ONE JUST THE SAME !! 

DAD   

This tribute was added by Jim Gavett on 30th January 2015
 

"My son Greg and I had so many happy times and laughs together from the day he was born.  I would like to share just one of those happy times now with more to come.

Somewhere along life Greg and I started loving Gummy  candy and especially Mexican Hats.  One day we went to the obvious stores that had sold them in the past but could not come up with them.  I bet we put hundreds of miles on his car just driving around Portland and Vancouver checking out every 7-11 and major super market without success.  Once we decided that the search was over we went back to his house and called it a day.  A few days later I went on the internet and found the Mexican Hats and ordered Greg a 5 pound bag.  We both laughed at how silly we thought this was for two grown men to be captured by a gummy candy.  I guess at heart, Greg and I always had a little bit of a kid in us.  There were many other happy things we did together that I will tell you about later.

I have so many wonderful memories of my son, Greg.  One in particular that comes to mind is when we would take the train to Minot in the summers.  He was about 3 years old one summer and had developed a new talent for winking with both of his eyes and saying Campbells Soup (why Campbells soup - I honestly dont know Ha Ha!). He would wink those eyes and say Campbells Soup in the funniest most endearing voice you ever heard.  The more people laughed the more he did it. That was always his way, making people laugh and happy.  That wit never left him.  Plus, he was the cutest litte guy you ever saw:)  Oh, what a proud Mom I always was and am.