Remembering Greg on 8-26-2024, a Monday
Hello (again?) dear Reader, and welcome.
It's afternoon here in the Sonoran Desert, part of the great American southwest, Douglas is a tiny US/Mexico border town known for wild, high-desert terrain with Heavenly skies.
This post is meant to celebrate a dear friend, gone much too soon and that purely by accident.
That, dear Reader (the adult) is
Gregory Scott Palmer, shown here holding one of his many children; you can read more details about him in his obituary, linked there from his name. 😭 I'm one of so many people who will weep more often than not when Greg crosses our minds. As I write this (in tears!) now, it dawns on me that it's actually been
six years though it feels like maybe a matter of weeks have gone by, if that.
And it's heartbreaking to realize that if it hurts me (merely a long-time friend) this much, then how do his poor children and other surviving loved ones feel? 💔😭💔
We took a few minutes, my friend
We sat still and we remembered you today.
We looked at a picture of you.
My friend, holding your baby with a smile
Such love, a great father
I'm so honored that you were my friend.
I pray that God will heal this land
Of the evil that lead to your death.
As long as I live
I will remember you.
Your spirit lives on in your babies.
Rest in peace, my sweet and precious friend.
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