Ireland

Ireland

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Reality check

Today was one of those days when everything was working out in my favor. I was solving problems on the boat like nobody's business and my hunt for a vacation place in the Bahamas worked out great. My wife and I stumbled upon this great place at a very affordable weekly rate. It was a good day.
I felt like Bert, the chimney sweep on Mary Poppins, whistling while I worked with a big stupid grin on my face.
That all changed when my older brother ( I'll call him Bob ) called me today. Bob doesn't call to chit chat. We're not chit chatter's. When we're on the phone, we do a lot of listening. If he calls me, it's usually for one of 2 reasons. Either we're going golfing or someone died.
Unfortunately, we're not going golfing.
Greg was a close friend of Bob's for probably 40 or more years. My brother told me today Greg was found dead at his home. He wasn't old.
He was just on the other side of 60.
I'm still trying to let that info settle in.
I wasn't real close to Greg, but when your "sort of" close for a really long period of time...well, you know what I mean. He lived in the same town as my family did. As a grown man working at the local newspaper, he would frequently walk into our living room to say hi and talk to my dad who was a retired lifelong news man. Sometimes he just wanted a beer.
Just a real sweetheart. You probably know someone like him. Always in a good mood, always a smile on his face.
Greg was a tall good looking guy, had to be 6'4 or so with hair like the older brother on the Partridge Family, and a deep voice just made for radio. In fact, as a young local sports writer, he was invited on the local sports talk radio program, which he was late for because of traffic. They never invited him back.
Their loss.
When I think of him two things come to mind.
First: Boy, could that guy crush a golf ball. Greg was a really good golfer and it must have caused him unbearable pain to play with the likes of me. On second thought, I don't think he minded at all. When ever Bob called me and informed me our up coming match would be with Greg, well, that was always good news. Never was a bad word said about him, by anyone.
I never heard him complain and never saw him get angry on the golf course. That's saying something. Everyone gets mad on the golf course. Did you see Tiger melt down at the Masters?
Secondly: Boy, could that guy write. He spent most of his adult life working in the newspaper business in one facet or another. Many times his impromptu visits to my parents house was to pick my dad's brain concerning anything journalism. He, like my dad, loved his job.
When my dad died in 1989, Greg, who was working for the local newspaper, wrote a beautiful tribute about him. I can't begin to tell you how great that article was, and how beautiful his writing style was. It reminded me of my dad's.
I guess all those unexpected brain storming sessions with my dad paid off.
A great golfer, a great writer and just a really great guy.

8 comments:

Jerral Miles said...

Mark,
I especially like the connection I feel with you... especially today. When I get a note saying you have read something I've written, my day feels right... the way a day feels when an especially good friend has been part of it. Your tribute to Greg moves me. Thanks for that. Did I say... You are a very, very good writer... a pleasure to read. Thanks also for that.
Jerral

slommler said...

Greg sounds like he was a super guy and I am sorry for your loss. Thanks for introducing me to him.
Hugs
SueAnn

Alison said...

What a lovely tribute, Mark. You have written it so well. I'm sure that all of us who read your post will feel as if we almost knew Greg, and feel a little sadness.

clairedulalune said...

Hello Mark, that was a lovely tribute. Everything seems to stop when you hear news like that. Just like he wrote a beautiful tribute for your father, you have returned the favour and wrote a moving tribute to him. May he rest in peace and I am sorry for your loss in such a lovely man.

beth said...

i just left you an email....i had been worried about you since you've been so quiet....and then i see this post.

i think when someone dies and we can only think and write wonderful things about him, that our lives have been terribly blessed and how lucky we are.....and obviously, that's where my thoughts are today.

what a wonderful tribute.....i hope his family gets to read this at some point....it would make them happy.

Barefoot from Heaven said...

Oh Mark, I'm so sorry to hear about your loss and your brothers one. But of course to many more.

You just paid a wonderful tribute to Greg. Just like he wrote about your father you now do for him.
Let him be remembered. And for sure he will because you are one of many who put Grey out here for us who never knew him, still are able to remember.

And that my dear friend is the best we can do. Hope you, your brother and all the others who suffered the loss of Greg will be loved and hold.
Sweet bye's Dagmar

Vicky said...

I am sorry to hear of your loss. I have to tell you though, I can only hope someday that someone will write about me in the way you paid tribute to Greg. What a moving description. He sounds like the type of guy that made you a better person for having known him! So sorry for your loss!

dcpeg said...

What a huge loss! I'm so sorry.

Greg will be remembered by so many for being a good man and his writing will keep him alive in collective memory.

You wrote so movingly about Greg that I choked up a bit. He and I were the same age which is too young to die. You just never know when your time will come.

Maybe he and your Dad are together in Heaven chewing the fat over old stories. . .