A message to Greg from his friend, Dennis

 

Early this morning I went for a walk to collect my thoughts about today-this day of Greg's Memorial Service. I happened upon a stone just as friendships happen. This stone is Greg, my touchstone. Greg was my touchstone. The person who I could confide in and who would bring me to center. This symbol is a rememberence of my soul brother. I felt we were like brothers and that we truly enjoyed each others happiness. We shared our innermost thoughts. Greg was my oldest friend, my best man the first time and my best man the last time. When I view a sunset at dusk I will always be reminded of Greg and his art-that he is in Heaven painting sunsets.

Photograph by Dennis Danko. Copyright 1997

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