One night in 1980, my older sister asked me if I would watch her kids one Saturday night because she had a blind date. I agreed and sat with her kids. About 2:30 that morning, her and her date came strolling into the house. Both were obviously under the influence. I awoke and was introduced to Greg, a man that would stay in my life for some 18 years after that night. I loved Greg like a brother, and he was always kind to me and my family. Greg truly had a great sense of humor and blended into our family with ease. We all loved him very much. Greg and I had too many good times to count. God I miss that guy, he was great. After 3 years or so, my sister decided to just walk away from Greg and her kids and went west. He was devastated. He loved those 2 little boys so much. The kids were placed with my other sister temporarily. Through not fault of her own, she could not take them permanently and Greg was crushed. He eventually moved on with another woman with a young son. Unfortunately the entire time this was going on, I watched Greg drink more and more. He switched from beer to rum, along with the daily marijuana use. Soon, every time I saw him he was blasted. Then the bottom fell out. His girlfriend was diagnosed with terminal breast cancer. He had gone from someone a saw daily to someone that routinely would not answer the door for me. After some time I stopped coming around. The last time I saw him, we played a game of Backgammon, which we used to play all the time. This time I had to coax him to play. 2 months later I learned he had been given a colostomy bag for life. They told him that if you drink, you die. 2 months after that he was found in his rental home by the tracks. Greg drank himself to death. God bless him. I will miss him.