To all the brotha's and sista's

The day after Greg's memorial celebration, my step mom (the one and only Debbie Betz) and I were sittin' by the pool reflecting on the vacuum left not only by Greg's departure, but by the great exodus of family and friends that had made the long trek to San Diego. Debbie put into words something that I had been thinking myself - while we had known Greg for some time, we knew that we did not know him nearly as well as his friends did. We had only special nuggets of interaction with him over the years and from these gems, we had just a sense of who he was. The saturation of love, tall tales and general hootinanny that flooded our eyes, ears and hearts over the weekend made us realize that we knew so little of Greg. However, it also made us realize that we knew him better than we ever could have thought. The man that brought us all together was a man that somehow could be so focused, yet so open, so respectful, yet so irreverent, silly yet caring, aloof yet incredibly grounded. You, his friends, brought this insight and so much more to us this past weekend that there is no thanks in this world that can express our gratitude. The energy, art, soul and love that you poured into the celebration, and it was a celebration, was a singular experience that will not be forgotten. Thank you.