It's been over a month now since Greg took up God's offer to watch the door and check ID's of folks trying to get into heaven.
It's been hard for us dealing with Greg's passing. We're better now, but our day's are still up and down. Especially mine.
I'd like to thank again everyone for their thoughts,prayers,kindness,respect,and love that was showered upon us leading up to his funeral,and the day of. The sea of red on that day bought tears to the eye's of each and everyone of us. It was a pleasure to put the faces together with the names I've had the pleasure of reading over the years. The hugs & handshakes warmed my heart,and I'm happy to call each and everyone of you my brother & sister for life.
I had given some thought to coming home for Thanksgiving. But I don't think so. This still hurts,and I feel I need a bit more of time to myself. I really don't want to make this post about me, but as friends of Greg and my family I want to let you know what's on my mind.
I will be home sometime in the next year,and I'm looking forward to seeing as many of you that I can at the RecordBar and or whereever we decide to meet.
Death's Door,the view from the Spanish Announcers Table will stay up. Comments are welcome, hell,we're looking forward to them. I for one don't want to change a thing about Death's Door, but that's a later topic for Michelle,Stephanie,and myself. Let me know what's going on with you. I'm at cbeck715ATmindspringDOTCOM
Some years back a movie came out about the life of Brian Piccilo,a running back for the Chicago Bears. The movie was a accurate telling of his friendship with Gale Sayers. Brian Piccilo died of cancer. What I remember most of the movie was the last line that was said regarding Brian Piccilo and how I feel it applies to Greg.
In remembering Greg, lets not dwell on his death,and be sad. Smile and remember how he LIVED.
"and the monkey flipped the switch"