What gives me some comfort at this time is visualizing my son, Greg, as a meteor flashing across the sky, leaving a trail of sparks of light. These sparks of light are in you, his beloved friends and colleagues, and in us, his family. When I see you or hug you or hear from you, I connect with these sparks and, through them, with my beautiful son. His life was a gift beyond measure and, for thirty-three years, a blessing beyond compare.
Thank you for your deeply touching and overwhelming demonstration of friendship, love, and support. Please look for Greg’s sparks within yourself and in each other. -Rhoda (Greg’s Mom) “Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince. And flights of angels singthee to thy rest.” (Hamlet, Act V, Scene ii)
Greg Feldman Memorial 