Gregory's obituary
Gregory A. McLeod, 61, of South Greensburg, escaped this mortal realm on, March 2, 2023. He was born August 27, 1961, in Shelbyville, Indiana, a son of the late Charles Tabor III and Mary Lee Coyer McLeod. Greg is survived by three children: Jessica McLeod, of Laguna Niguel, CA, Tabor McLeod, of Denver, CO, and Maggie McLeod, of Saturn, a grandson, Carver Cody; four brothers: Charles IV, Mark, Douglas, and Scott McLeod; three sisters: Lynn McLeod, Marcella Johnson, and Laura Holley; and numerous nieces and nephews. He spent 25+ beautiful years with his former wife, Kim McLeod of Greensburg PA.
Two truths and a lie -
- Gregory was a state Champion chess player.
- Gregory manhandled a convenience store clerk for bologna and bread.
- Gregory hitchhiked across the country to California.
At an early age, Greg realized that he was destined to become a world renowned juggler. After being inspired by the DVD Juggling by Rick Stratton, he packed his bags at the age of 10 and took his allowance all the way to Berlin - the juggling capital of the world. Here, he picked up a heavy German accent and hasn’t been able to pronounce (or play), “banjo” since.
Here, he learned all the juggling moves - the Cascade, Half Shower, and even the ‘throw the apple under the leg, catch it - bite it, and throw it back into the juggling circle.’
When this became too much of a bore, he decided to join the marines where he accidentally backstroked into the nose of a dolphin. It was then that he decided he was meant for the water. He became a marine biologist working with dolphins to teach them to juggle with the tip of their nose. He succeeded in this dolphin juggling experiment, and after winning the Nobel Peace Prize for dolphin juggling he decided to settle down in Greensburg to pursue lighting for Cardello. For all your lighting needs please visit, https://cardellolighting.com/
In all truth, he wasn’t a world renowned juggler, nor did he swim with the dolphins - in fact he actually couldn’t swim at all. But he was an incredibly kind and eclectic human, who would do anything for his children. He was multifaceted - a dart player that could throw hat-tricks for days, a baseball coach who did stats for his son's games like they were in the Major League, an appreciator of music and all things art, and the life of the party.
If you knew our dad, you would know he would be laughing right along with us. Following his wishes, there will not be a traditional service, but a memorial of celebration. He was never one for sentiment or religiosity, but he wanted you to know that if he owes you a beer, and if you can find him in Heaven, he will gladly allow you to buy him another.
Greg’s biggest passion was music. One of his final requests was to have his ashes pressed into a classic record album. In lieu of flowers, his family would appreciate donations to assist with his request.