Dear Doug, Beth and Ali,
Loss of our Gregory is so tragic, and I wish I could find the right word for it. There is no such word, I can offer you my love And support. You are not the Family but IT feels like it.
The fond memory goes back from 2011, when I was always sitting next to Gregory for High Holidays AT Shirhadash, Los Gatos. He was so loving and like an angel and totally filled the absence of my son and daughter. Thank you Gregory for such unforgettable moments.
So Doug and Beth, you've raised a buitifull son, can be proud.
When my mom's yehrtzeit was held in 2013, his presence gave me the incredible comfort, as coming from the best doctor in the world.
The last time I saw you Gregory was at my house on Tursday, February 23, 2017 after 3:00 PM. You were with your loving mother, and my best friend Beth. It was a short visit, but my crepes filled with ground walnuts
And pot of home made soup was attracting force. You really liked this
European dessert. Later Beth texted me that both you and Doug actually loved them.
And the fatal March 3rd, Friday 10:33 am when I was waiting for Beth to come and take some photos with your sofisticated camera of my dead's holocaust diary, the worst, unimaginable news came about your premature passing.
R.I.P. My loving Gregory.