I’m heart-broken…and also eternally grateful for 43 years of friendship with my Brother Greg. So many shared adventures and experiences, while supporting each other through life’s highs and lows. We met as members of the college track team and, frankly, were unlikely friends – Greg was full of energy every moment of every day, the life of the party, quick with a quip, ever-loyal to his friends, and a friend to everyone; if an experience was new, he wanted to try it! I was introverted, socially uncomfortable, risk-averse, and Jewish with immigrant parents. But, we hit it off and I’m forever blessed for a lifetime of adventures with Brother Greg, from coast-to-coast, as well as Canada, Mexico, and Europe. So, so hard to pick one memory that captures what a uniquely special man Greg was… During winter of our senior year of college, the entire campus lost power. There was no heat, and in our tiny dorm room, condensation clouds followed every word we spoke or every time we laughed. Greg’s sense of humor never wavered! But, it kept getting colder and colder, with the moisture inside our windows turning into thick ice; the temperature must have been in the low-30s in our room, and my distance runner body had no insulation. In the middle of the night, Greg jokingly “yelled” that he couldn’t sleep because of my shivering and teeth chattering. He laughed, threw his blanket across the room at me, and went back to sleep with only a thin sheet for warmth. Brother Greg, you were a rare combination – as strong and hearty as the toughest Montana rancher, with an ever-present heart of gold that always overflowed with kindness, goodness, consideration for others, and an ever-present spirit of adventure.

Greg pushed life experiences to the limit, always with curiosity, laughter, and quickly adapting to the unexpected. I’m forever grateful for the experiences we shared together. Just an example: Our “3 weeks for $300” travel adventure during college winter break included (1) Getting caught in the middle of an armed standoff (while cruising the bayous of Houma, Louisiana) between our tough-as-nails old Cajun woman guide and neutria poachers trespassing on her property, (2) A host of adventures fit for a novel in Acapulco and Mexico City, from cheap bullfights to Greg befriending a retired Chicago cab-driver that took us to his special bar in a bad neighborhood on Christmas Eve, where Greg led Christmas caroling with a host of poor working families, single mothers and their young kids…it was joyful and really didn’t matter that Greg didn’t speak any Spanish, (3) Getting eaten alive by mosquitos while sleeping in 99% humidity in our rental car on the Overseas Highway to Key West…with the vague hope that we would meet Jimmy Buffet once we got there; it was an adventure to laugh about, and our mosquito bites were badges of courage!

Cathy and family, we are very sorry to hear of your loss. 

We’re thinking of you and keeping you all in our prayers.

Chris & Wendy Carter

Greg was a stud!! A true man’s man!!

Greg was a very good football tackle that went both ways on offense and defense!He made the Shriners Team!! We were playing in the Columbia Division championship game at Lake Oswego and I was the quarterback and also playing both ways and I was super excited talking fast in the huddle and Greg chimed in very calmly and said in the huddle settle down just settle down!! That calmed me and the team down and we ended up winning the game in a smash mouth mud bowl football game!! I went to Lewis & Clark College with Greg and his work ethic was extraordinary!! My memories of Greg will never fade and his legacy will live on through his children, loved ones and friends🙏🙏💪

Greg you will be missed!! R.I.P. ❤️💪🙏

To know you is to love you - The teeth and the tan could be spotted a mile away, if the distinct voice and dad joke didn't get to you first. It wasn't 5 seconds in any room before you'd make at least one new friend.

Your charisma and grit and zest for life is something only few get to live.

A mile a minute sometimes couldn't even keep up with you. Words can't describe the sadness this has left so many people, myself included. I wish you got to fully recognize the force you truly were.

So many life lessons you coached me on, and I'm forever indebted to you for. So many memories and adventures we ve had together.

Some of my favorites:

Our time living together in the Sellwood condo as roommates. I was in college, you were a high-up executive who was traveling 3+ weeks a month. But at the end of each week, we'd have our Sunday dinner with peppers and steak and chat about the week passed. You'd then "turn in" your receipts to me so i could submit your expense report - the cruelest form of punishment in exchange for my rent ;) But i cherish all of our talks and walks around the neighborhood together and what i wouldn't give for one more Sunday dinner with you.

A more recent memory that means more now than i ever could imagine was our paddle boarding trip over this past summer. I took the day off of work, and you and i were the only two people on the Salt River for 99.9% of the 4hr paddle - which had me convinced that you overshot our exit off the water multiple times. (The one time we did bump into a small group, you managed to befriend, exchange contact info, AND grab a photo together ... in the 4 mins we had to spare before the rapid cluster. No surprise) During our paddle, we got to see over 75 wild horses enter and cross the river within arms length throughout our trek and each time we saw a pack cross, we'd stop and just admire them.

And after each crossing, we'd immediately look at each other and agree how beautiful life really is and how lucky we are have been there, together.

I am so proud to say i am your daughter. Thank you for loving me in all the ways you did. You will be missed in every moment. Keep working on more dad joke material - I'm going to need them when we meet again. Rest In eternal Peace, Dad. I love you