I will always remember those warm summer days on Grandma’s porch when you’d tickle us to tears. I will always remember the way you’d call me “Kimmy” as if it was said through a smile. We always knew you were home when we’d see Schatze fall into a puddle of joy at the door. Me, Elizabeth and Hayley would run around the corner and watch in awe as you leaned down, petting Schatze’s rarely exposed belly. I remember feeling envious that neither of us could have the same effect on her, despite our best efforts.
It is these memories of you that I will hold on to and remember you by. I choose them because they are the times of my life when I look back on and feel my whole body expand in joy. You were tightly wound in that incredible part of my life. A time that was filled with pure, unadulterated love; the kind of love that felt as if it saturated every part of me. A time when Grandma’s house could hold us all and more, through holiday feasts and overnight stays. When we could all be together under one roof, eating, laughing and loving each other with all of our hearts. I will remember you and what you brought to my life.
May you find the peace you always deserved, Greg. Give a big hug to Elizabeth for me.