Tall, dark and handsome meant more to me when I watched Gregy, growing.  His winsome smile, gentle voice, mannerly demeanor, helpful disposition.  I knew Gregory would have won over many hearts.  

He quickly became the little brother in the family and everyone was watching over him, for some reason or another. Like many boys, he did and enjoyed boyish things.  Like many young and inexperienced he got caught in briers, but his charm, and respectful gestures unravelled his tethers.

I miss Greg's voice...Hi aunty Joany,... Like he was returning the "y" favor.  I would say Gregy, and he would say Joany.  That was special.  I wish, really wish I could hear that from My Greg.

It is only true to say that Greg touched many hearts, won many smiles and gained much laughter.   

You, my son will always be in my heart.  Some days are good days when I remember you, however some days are awfully sad.. regardless of which day I cherish the memories I have.

Gone but not forgotten.