Karen Desha
Greg, was one of my first cousins on my father's. He was bright, caring, understanding, funny, and loving. Greg's mother, my beautiful soft spoken aunt, said to me in 1985, "You treat Greg like he's normal." To which I responded, "He is, isn't he." I will never forget my aunts smile after I said those words. Too many times we can lose ourselves in a 'books cover' when it's the inner person we should embrace. Bless you Greg you. Love your cousin, Karen



