I am Greg’s co-fellow Mark at Northwestern. I have been lucky enough to work closely with your talented son for the past 5 months in vascular surgery. He was such a great doctor, I don’t even know where to begin. Greg made me laugh so many times with his humor it made the days so much more fun. Residents and students appreciated the time he gave to teach on a daily basis. Greg and I taught each other daily, whether it was me giving him tips for his next case, or him teaching me about Jewish culture, showing me YouTube videos on his iPhone of Jewish wedding receptions!, or teaching me what ‘real’ music is compared to the main stream junk I listen to!… I cherished our relationship… We will all miss Greg dearly and we will never forget him in the years to come…
Although I did not share Stacy’s good fortune of having Greg as a close friend during college, I was very lucky through her, Gian, and others to cross paths with him at various points over the years, and one of the things that always struck me was how incredibly generous and supportive he was of other artists. In looking over the too-few emails we exchanged, I am ashamed to report that a good 75% of them consist of Greg expressing interest in and enthusiasm for my own musical efforts. Continue reading
I saw you for the first time in over a year about a month ago at our buddy, Nupe’s wedding. I still don’t really know how to react to losing you Greg. You called me the night before Nupe’s wedding—who knew that would be my last chance.
I miss you my friend.
- Countless phone messages over the years with you singing songs I didn’t know.
- Countless memories of your antics, countless memories of you.
- I was still holding out hope that we would someday work together, overseas—in Haiti or Rwanda. You’d operate, I’d peddle antibiotics. Continue reading
A Game Changer
Greg was a serious student for sure, but he was certain to let his good humor prevail frequently, too. In the fifth grade, we have a dubbing ceremony at the end of the year where students pick a medieval name. As a teacher, I was trying to encourage the name choices to represent something about our medieval studies.
Greg, however, wanted to be “Sir Loin.” I didn’t want him to use this name, but, of course, with his determination and all of his friends saying: “let him use it, it’s so funny,” what’s a teacher to do? Continue reading
I am a scrub technician, on the Vascular team at Northwestern Memorial Hospital. I only had the privilege of knowing Greg for a short time, but it was a memorable time. When I first met Greg, I instantly was drawn to his wonderful spirit.
Hi – I’m the husband of Amanda Muñoz, an HMS classmate of Greg’s and a friend both in Boston and in Palo Alto. A fellow amateur musician, I recorded with Greg a couple of times over the years. A lot of people have posted songs by Greg, and I thought I’d add my own – one that I don’t think a lot of people have heard, and one that I think captures the more poignant side of Greg’s musical expression.
I was a 3rd year medical student at Stanford when I met Greg during his surgical internship five years ago. We spent countless hours together on the general surgery service at the Palo Alto VA, which was one of my first as a medical student. He taught me basic skills like how to remove surgical staples, he corrected my documentation and did all of the numerous things we do to teach each other the technical aspects of doctoring. But more importantly, he reminded me why I entered medical school in the first place.
I was very fortunate to have known Greg for the past 5 years. Greg’s charm was undeniable, as was his humble and kind heart and I will always cherish every moment spent with him.
I met Greg during the summer of 2005, when he was a brand-new intern at Stanford. I worked in the cardiothoracic intermediate ICU and we frequently shared patients. I thought I was helping out by “translating” for the patient and Greg in Spanish. He let me do this for about 5 minutes before he started speaking his eloquent Spanish. I was amazed, and embarrassed at the same time (that his Spanish was so much better than mine, and I’m a native speaker)… This was my first encounter with him and I always joked and reminded him about how he made me suffer through my terrible Spanish in front of the patient. Continue reading