Life is like a guitar string
To much tension, we break
Not enough, we fall apart
But when we get it just right, the whole world will feel our solo

My Uncle Greg was one great guy.  His love never had conditions, his kindness met no end and although he's gone i feel his presence stronger than ever.  He gave me my first guitar and instilled in me the love of poetry and music that I now hold near.  My poetry is dedicated to the greatest man I have ever had the great privilege to know.  We all love you Uncle Greg, be at peace and harmony and play your music so that all those with you may feel your joy.