From one of Greg’s Teachers: Becky Rossof

The pain of learning of Greg’s death is still so sharp; it is hard to realize that it is a year since his death.  During the year I have often thought of sending something to his memorial, but could not address the sadness of doing so.  Now is the time.

Greg stands out amongst all of the Parker students I had the pleasure of teaching for many reasons.  Certainly his intellect and curiosity set him apart from many others.  When many high school students were still finding their identities and sorting out their values, Greg was already such a fabulous human being.  But one of my fondest memories of Greg sprang from his musical talents and knowledge that he shared so generously.  When it was a lab day, Greg of course came prepared for the procedures and worked thoughtfully as he skillfully went about the experiment.   But he also brought his Walkman loaded with some interesting tape.  At some point during the procedure, he would call me over, hand me the headset and I was to guess the artist.  He brought in tapes that varied from Sarah Vaughan to Santana.  Sometimes I could correctly identify them, sometimes I could not.  But I always looked forward to lab days and my music quizzes.  Surely Greg taught us all in ways we shall treasure forever.

With great sympathy and admiration to Greg’s family and dear friends who have spent the year putting one foot in front of the other –

Most sincerely,

Becky Rossof

From A Friend: W. Vivian Leong

I had the pleasure of knowing Greg at Stanford from the time he was an intern until he graduated most recently. He shared his humor, his intellect and his friendship with me. I am just one of the many people he meant so much to. I am so greatly sorry for your loss and hope that you find comfort in the living memorial that you are building for Greg.  He is very sorely missed.  
My prayers and thoughts are with you and your family.
Sincerely yours,

From A Friend: Sarie Keller

I am a friend of Greg’s from Parker and remain so saddened by his passing each and every day. I was lucky enough to see him a few times during his time at Northwestern and can only wish that we could have had more time to enjoy his incredible humor and his wonderful stories of his life experiences. We sat together at Dana and Aaron Rice’s wedding and he enchanted me all night with his various adventures at Stanford, in Rwanda and at various salsa outings. He also kept checking his phone to see if his sister Judith was in labor, as he could not wait to be an uncle again. It was absolutely clear that Greg loved his family above and beyond comprehension.  Continue reading

From A Friend: Ellis Verosub

I am a friend of Greg’s from his early days in San Francisco, and I was deeply saddened to hear about his passing.  Greg and I met through Noah Feinstein in 2000, and we shared our Jewish heritage as well as a love of music.  We jammed together on a few occasions.  We also went hiking together in parks around the Bay Area.  In later years I didn’t see him as often as I wished, mostly at events that Noah hosted, but I always enjoyed spending time with him and watching how he brightened every room he entered.

I would like to contribute these photos to Greg’s online memorial.


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From A Friend: Demetra Siambis

The words that follow will undoubtedly fall short of the deep sincerity that I am attempting to convey. I met Greg at Stanford, he as a surgery resident and myself as a secretary in the ER. We quickly became friends. I knew early on that this was a unique human being that would affect me in unimaginable ways and surpass the meaning of the word ‘friend’. I was right. Here are just 2 of my precious memories of Greg… Continue reading

From A Friend: Dan Kramer

I was one of Greg’s classmates at HMS, and I am deeply sorry for your loss. Greg will be sorely missed by everyone who knew him, and I wanted to pass on just a few thoughts.

I wanted to share a memory I have of Greg, a moment we shared almost by accident that now helps me remember his best qualities: Match Day. Greg and I opened our residency match envelopes together in March of 2005 on the steps of Gordon Hall. We hadn’t planned it that way, but just happened to work our way through the crowd at the same moment at the Registrar and chose to escape outside. I remember vividly turning to Greg to watch him open his envelope with no expectations of how he would react…
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