Thursday, June 27, 2019
Greg was my Phi Psi brother at Bucknell in the '60s. We shared basketball, hanging around, and dealing with the hurdles, peaks and valleys of college life. For three years we learned to respect and genuinely like each other, as though we were blood brothers. Although we parted ways for several decades afterwards, we probably, mutually and subconsciously, looked forward to re-uniting at fraternity reunions in the past few years; I know I certainly did. And I'm so glad we had lunch together (thanks SLL) last year. As we told stories and talked about our life journeys, I knew how Greg must've handled every life challenge, before he finished each story. Because I had known him so well during the years his wonderful character had formed. I'm missing him deeply, even more so because I will not be able to attend his life celebration ceremony in a few days. My sincere and heartfelt condolences to Greg's family.
