This website is a place where Greg's family, friends, and colleagues can post tributes or photos about Greg.  For now, it will also serve as a place where information will be posted about future memorial services or other gatherings related to Greg.  You may also sign up for the Listserv and would then receive information via email as well.

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In Memorial

There was a service on the evening of Friday June 3rd in Greg's hometown of Lutherville, MD.

A second memorial service was held Saturday, June 25 at 2:00 p.m. at Greg's church in Sudbury, MA

Follow these links to read two articles that appeared in the Boston Globe and MetroWest about Greg's life and the Sudbury service. Boston Globe Metrowest Daily News

Dawn Desert Hike in Greg's Memory
On May 25th, about 20 of Greg’s friends and colleagues, gathered together in Tucson Arizona for the Conference on Environmental Conflict Resolution, took a sunrise hike into desert (organized by Cindy Cooke). Among the flowering Saguaro cacti, a lone owl returning from the night’s hunt, and a few early morning hummingbirds, we joined hands in a prayer circle in honor of Greg. After sharing many kind words and reflecting on our own private memories, we were able to reach a consensus that Greg would have loved being with us at this special spot. (Although, we also agreed, it was more likely that he would have arrived after pulling one of his all-nighters rather than rolling out of bed at 4 AM with the rest of us).

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We have set this page up as a place where all of us who knew and loved Greg can share our thoughts, memories, and stories. It's also a place where those who are working hard to find Greg and organize memorial services and other gatherings can keep everyone up to date.

We also have the ability to send out emails about important news and events. You can check this site regularly, subscirbe to the distribution list, or both.

Peace be with Greg, wherever he may be.

- Jonathan Raab

I have never met you, but THANK YOU for this website. I met Greg back at Western Washington University in Bellingham Washington I guess about 25 years (or 25 minutes) ago. He was such an inspiring and charismatic friend. My friends Ron, Howard, David and others all were really young together. I will never forget dinners, hikes, games of RISK, and so many funny and tender moments.
Years later, he tried to get us all together so many times. He came to my oldest daughters Bat Mitzvah three years ago, which meant so much to Howard and I. He taught me so much about friendship.
Now in my aching for him, I feel grateful to have shared part of his life.

- Marcia Levin

Ah Greg, my old friend. I grieve the loss of your wonderful spirit, great humor and true vision. Thanks for the conversation under the shade tree the last time we saw each other, with the unual honesty, deep feeling and laughter. Not many people have the combination of virtues you possessed, in spades. I hated seeing your body suffer so. I loved that, despite your injuries, that you still had the glint in your eyes; they really did sparkle, my friend. I hate that you died that way that you chose but I do regrudge you, as I cannot imagine your suffering these past many years. I miss you, and cry for your, my and our, loss.

- John Gamman

I first met Greg when he worked at the MA Office of Dispute Resolution. He was brought in to help referee a team of regulators on environmental cleanup. He got us through some very bad situations and made a world of difference for me.
After that we became good friends. He was a gracious and charismatic man. The world is diminished with his passing. Greg, I am pained by your loss but am hopeful that you are at peace and are not weighed down anymore.

- Lynne Welsh

Thank you Greg, for all the conversations and straight talk, capturing moments in the out-of-doors (Wash. DC sunlight,Tucson desert breezes, San Diego ocean surf. You said what was difficult in our work,and you gave confidential support and humor to so many of us. You were the quintessential mediator. I will miss you. May you be in Peace.

- Alice Shorett

Dearest Greg - I hope the winds are pushing you forward as they did a few years ago through the mountains of Santa Fe. We hiked on the Chamiso trail filled with warmth, dogs barking and the voices of good friends. You stopped for the blessing of earth and wind that you shared with us "el espiritu". When next we hiked alone on Atalaya I became concerned for you on the trail filled with pebbles and attitude, canes flying, sky ablaze in red and purple. I went ahead to show you the way and landed on my rear and slid.... you promptly followed on your rear in laughter, and most certainly pain and we sat and cried through tears of joy and forgot the pain. I miss you.... I miss your spirit...I miss. Peace be with you wherever you are.

- Rosemary Romero

Dear Greg,

Fellow Western Washington alum, fellow mediator, fellow seeker... of opportunities to learn and of opportunities to share. Each time we saw one another these last years, I always came away a little stronger, inspired. You have been honest about your pain, and at the same time always communicated a vision of and determination to see your life as more than the difficulties you faced. I know from personal experience in my family what it can mean to be in such pain that the only way out seems to be to pass on from this life. I want you to know that you gave me hope and stand for hope in my eyes, even as you must have suffered so much more than I knew. My commitment, in your name, is to redouble my small efforts to carry on the giving of hope that you expressed for me. My guess is that we all will find ways to acknowledge you, keeping alive your gifts to us by having them continue through us. The place you have gone on to is a mystery to those of us who are left behind, but I trust that you are at peace and that we can all trust in God's love for you and us all. I am so sorry you are gone from us so soon, too soon.

- Gail Bingham

all of you friends who travaled with greg in various places i am joining you i am joan his mom in baltimore just got our visiting place from kim o will be with you all the time the baltimore service will take place on june 3 friday evening in greg s old church and mine. it will be a gathering of community of all of us who have walked with greg in various times and various places. being with kim leslie and david has been a blessing with love for now joan k

- joan kolobielski

Well, Greg – I guess this will have to substitute for the final conversation we never had. Your departure is too immediate for me to process, but I know that at some point I’ll be in the midst of some otherwise mundane task when I’ll unexpectedly think of you and be forced to pause. I’ll find some comfort in that moment, a combination of fondness for our episodic friendship and grief for my loss – a sense of closure and resolution that looks pretty elusive right now. In short, I will look forward to missing you. I’m sorry you chose to leave us, but that sorrow is selfish; it is focused myopically on those you left behind. As for you, Greg, seldom have I felt a sense of kinship with someone I have met so infrequently. You had a knack of being and living in the moment and giving undivided attention to the person with whom you were conversing. I loved that we could use the pretext of a “business” conversation to talk about issues of meaning and other things that matter. You were, and will remain, more special than you ever realized. Thanks for the gift of yourself.

- Steve Garon

Brother Greg,
Although we have only known each other since we met at Kripalu this past Christmas, I feel like there has been a deep bond between us for years. I was so pleased when people often assumed we were brothers, and in all our emails, we addressed each other as Brother Greg and Brother Ken. I'll always remember how you eased my pain when you visited me in New York in February. I was in a dark place at the time and you put your arm on my shoulder, looked at me with those kind blue eyes, and listened to me weep for a while without judging me. I am so sad that now that I am feeling well again, I cannot do the same for you. I would have given anything to ease the pain you must have been experiencing that made you end your life. I am going back to Kripalu this week, and it will be a sad experience without you. I will think of you during my meditations and always.
Love you, Bro.

- Ken Mirkin

Some photos of Greg and friends from our Bellingham, Washington days can be seen at: - I am happy to include more photos if folks are willing to send them to me with captions.

- Howard Levin

Dear Greg -
I feel really blessed that i had the chance to work with you two years ago on Cape Cod, after too many years of not crossing paths. We were supposed to get together again after Thailand, but you were always too busy with great work and were always honest about your pain and struggles, but never let them define you. It made me smile to watch you 'work the crowd' during a tough discussion - your confidence in yourself and the people around the table was both touching and inspiring. Thank you for your friendship - its so hard to grasp that I won't see you again. Jack and I hold you in prayer and in peace.

- Fara Courtney

This evening, after work, I planted the amaryllis that Greg sent to us by mail back in February. It graced our dining room with blooms for about 6 weeks. Big trumpet-shaped flowers.

When it came to flowers, there was nothing shy about our buddy Greg.

More later.
From warm southern climes, but a big part of Spring is missing,

- John Stephens

Greg was one of the first volunteer leaders at the Association for Conflict Resolution I really bonded with. Greg was inspirational and truly cared about ACR. I was looking forward to working with him in the future and meeting with him at the annual conference. I will miss him!

- Mark Wilson

Greg, my mentor, my partner in crime, my friend, how I miss you! I remain so stunned, that someone who has inspired me and countless others to reach high, is no longer among us; to grow old together, to laugh, and to cry. From our first meeting at the MA Office of Dispute Resolution, to our time in the sea kayaks, I knew you were someone special. I'll always cherish our time together. I hope you have found peace my friend. Shalom

- Harry Manasewich

friends your memories of greg - he was my baby- give me the love i need now

- joan kolobielski - greg s mom

I was feeling self-conscious about thinking aloud in this forum but your note above gives me the reason to put that aside. Your son offered so many people so much more in his time among us than most could offer in ten life times. Among his exceptional qualities, one that struck me was his fearlessness in the face of other people's darkest moments and his ability to reach out at tose times. Even with that capacity, the images of him that most naturally come to my mind involve every shade of laughing -- chuckling, guffawing, mischievous smirking, quiet smiling, all forms of taking in and amplifying the absurdity, beauty, and fun around him.

- ellie tonkin

For Gregory - From the first time I saw you, you filled the room with vibrancy and humor... a 1984 MIT classroom of 50 tense students. Over the years, your character and charisma only grew. Thank you for your love and enormous generosity. Thank you for your devotion... to those around you, to your betterment, to your struggle and to our field. Your contributions and teachings in all these areas were already immeasurable.

- Barbara Stinson

Some memories from the Massachusetts Office of Dispute Resolution (MODR) years…

Drinking champagne in MODR’s conference room to celebrate the successful resolution of a case.

His train-wreck of an office; the letters on his computer keyboard stuck together they’d been doused so with Coca Cola many times.

His love for the “all you can eat” Sushi bar in the South End of Boston.

Constructing a cake out of donuts for a colleague’s birthday.

His enthusiasm for his home in Sudbury was so great that another colleague took to referring to him as the “Grand Poobah of Sudbury.”

His wonderful voice – I always used to kid him that if mediation didn’t work out, there was always radio.

But of course, the mediation thing did work out so very well– He brought passion, a sense of adventure and a healthy disrespect for “the rules” to the work.

His generosity (one gift to some MODR staff, tickets to see Lyle Lovett and Bonnie Raitt, was a real boost at a very tough time for the office).

His efforts to appreciate Jane Wells at her retirement party in the fall of 2001.

His ability to share openly about love and relationships – a source of much insight for me.

His love, enthusiasm and encouragement for MODR staff and anyone with in an interest in the Dispute Resolution and Environmental fields.

- Karen Sontag

Gumby, While people touch our lives in transforming ways every day, there are only a few whose guidance is quite obvious. They are the ones who turn us toward what we are already seeking even when we ourselves didn't know it. My French teacher was one, and you are the other who changed my life by pointing me to what I never thought it was possible to find. How perfect that the first place you ever took me was Paris. If there's a heaven I know you'll be waiting there with a Scrabble game. Pokey

- Leslie

I have known Greg for many years. Although we were not what you would call close friends, our paths would often cross. On occasion he played poker at my house and once, when he was in the hospital for one of his numerous major operations, a group of us took the cards and chips and had a game on his hospital bed (we got some strange stares from the nurses at the Baptist Hospital). On another occasion, at his home, he filled out some paperwork for an application I was making. He had a porch full of tomato plants that he was growing from seeds, and he insisted that I take three of them to plant. My wife and I enjoyed many tomatoes that summer.

I will always remember Greg as a good person.

- Richard Griesel

My dear, dear Greg. How I miss you. I remember the instant we met at Kripalu in December, how we talked at meals, how we couldn't contain ourselves at the silent breakfasts and so, with Ken, had to eat across the hall. There was so much to say, to listen to, to catch up on each other's lives. Oh how we quickly came to realize that we both genuinely wanted to and liked listening to each other, a feeling we shared with such pleasure that we often laughed about it. I knew you for such a short time. I miss you terribly.

- Eric

mom again i start my day with your communications with greg i am so sad and yet so happy to have all these great memories about him and now added his footprints with all of you, some i have met others just shadows in my life

- joan k

I knew Greg through our work together at the Massachusetts Office of Dispute Resolution. We were colleagues there for three years in the early 90s during which the agency went through traumatic changes in leadership, ongoing budget crises, office renovation, and what felt like exponential expansion in both the nature and volume of services we provided. For an organization set up to resolve other people's conflicts, we had many of our own -- it was a "pressure-cooker." What I recall when I think of Greg is the passion we shared for the work and the genuine joy in collaborating on a project or a case. We all took huge pride in our ability as a team to quickly take hold of a new problem and develop creative solutions. Together we felt that we could meet any challenge. When I picture Greg during that time, he was so full of energy and brimming with enthusiasm for all aspects of his life. I am stunned and saddened by his leaving.

- -- Will Hathaway

Dearest Greg, my mentor, my brother, my soul mate. Your brilliance in work, play, and friendship will, to me, be forever unmatched. Your grace and humor amidst unbearable pain was beyond courageous and I am grateful to you for enduring as long as you have. Among the many gifts you share is your mastery of connecting with others – quickly, deeply, generously and ever so sincerely. And in your absence and through your example, we are now connecting with each other in your spirit and through our love for you. Abrazos to you my friend, and may you find peace in your freedom.

- Kimbee

When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live your life in a manner so that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice.

- Native American Proverb

I am an old friend of Greg's from MIT days. His energy and zest for life were contagious then. These are the memories I have of him and it these memories I will keep. I remember the shock in learning that he read the NY Times from an early age (an age at which I was probably still playing with dolls!). Brilliant, sparkling eyes, handsome, a bundle of enthusiasm for all that life held. He was an inspiration then. And he is an inspiration now.

- Kelly Quinn Popejoy

Greg sent the following email to me (and other friends) in August, just a month or so after I finished radiation. Julianna

From Greg:

Words Some of Us Seem to Live By

Thanks to a witty friend, here's an inspired perspective. Self-serving perhaps, strangely satisfying...

"Life's goal is not to arrive at your grave safely in a well preserved
body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting, 'Holy Shit,
what a ride!'"

- Juliana Birkhoff (posting an email Greg sent )

In Los Angeles last week I heard the sad news of Greg's passing. I will miss his wise counsel and his acutely mordant and sometimes cute, over-the-top sense of humor.

Greg and I became friends in the 80's when he started at MODR. We socialized at sector meetings and related outings. Three brief memories for me paint the picture of the life force we all tapped into when Greg was in the room.

...Fall of 1996, at the conclusion of the first SPIDR Youth Conference in Anaheim (following Janet Reno's address) which my son Sebastian and his counsin participated in, Greg proposed that the three of us wheel him over to Disneyland where, much to the amazement of the kids, we were, at Greg's urging, moved to the front of the line for every ride. He told them that handicaps can have their small rewards...

...New York City, a year ago at the 2004 ABA meeting, we agreed that my wife and I would secure 1/2 priced theater tickets and we would meet at the doors to take in a performance on the upper west side about 30 blocks up from the conference hotel. We waited outside the theatre watching vigilently for Greg to pull up in a cab. Just a few minutes before curtain call, a half a block down we suddently see Greg walking at a clip towards us waving his cane with a broad smile spread across his face. The play was so-so and somber, but the walk back to the hotel was with filled with animated analysis, jokes, queries about each of our upbringing. He exuded charm and wit and left us looking forward to our next encounter.

...In May of 2004 in Portland at the ACR section meeting, he stealthily secured my name card and added, "Hi I'm SpongeBob SquarePants, which I was dutifully bound to wear the rest of the conference...
We miss you already Greg.

- Bob Jones

Dear Greg: I hardly knew you -- the few encounters we had left me feeling connected. You worked with me and together we were creating collaborative opportunities. You shared your dreams and hearts desires as if you had known me for a very long time. Your trust in me and ability to listen and hear my pain and frustrations with my own situation in life left me renewed in ways I never shared with you. Your inspiration sparkles in my life today and always! Thank you Greg for touching me and leaving me with energy, focus and purpose -- you live on through all that you have crossed paths with. Blessings of love and peace forever.

- Don Greenstein

It just doesn't seem it can be true, does it? I want to pick up the phone and check in.... Look up at the sky tonight, and know that special twinkling is Greg winking at us all, wishing us all the best (and that we may avoid disputes - let's work it out!). Know that he's in a better place now, and that his memories will always be with us. Rest in peace, my colleague and friend.... we'll never forget you and your contributions to each and every one of us.

- Mary Sanderson

Greg was in my life for one year. I met him when he facilitated a meeting for my kayak club, and have only talked online with him since we chatted away a lunch at the DNC. He was so present in each moment I ever spent with him. I think it must be a strange balancing act to feel the world so acutely, and I will always love him for sharing a glimpse of what a meaningful, compassionate life could look like. I will carry his sparkle and encouragement and caring and fast friendship and love for fun with me forever. Maybe we'll still travel together one day, G. Hang in there, everyone, I know Greg's rooting for this amazing tribe gathered here.

- Bethany Ericson

When I heard about Greg’s apparent suicide, I felt many different emotions and I immediately thought about the following verse from the song “Goodnight Irene”:

Sometimes I live in the country
Sometimes I live in the town
Sometimes it takes a great notion
To jump into the river and drown.

This verse always struck me as a non-sequitur—an abrupt and inexplicable transition from living to deciding to die. I knew Greg suffered physically and psychologically, yet he still always managed to be so positive in his work and his personal relationships. I will miss beyond words, our way-too-sporadic, but always intense and humorous hours-long conversations about everything professional and personal (usually while imbibing sake and sushi). I’m not sure I’ll ever come to understand his final decision as a great notion, but know that it wasn’t a decision he made lightly. I’ll see you in my dreams…

- Jonathan Raab

via phone and email we are drawing together recolections and reflections for greg s service at towson/baltimore. my own theme is joy and justice. email me ideas and thoughts soon. p.eggy will be sending you details i can be reached by phone or email with love mother joan

- joan kolobielski


For Greg-We didn't know each very well. We were "conference buddies", seeing each other at the annual SPIDR gatherings. I rembember you always had a warm and genuine greeting. That embracing smile and eyes that exuded the joy of a renewed friendship.

Thinking of those gatherings, there was one in particular that comes to mind. It was the SPIDR conference of 1999 I believe and Greg had a reception for colleagues and friends at his mother's home in Baltimore. In the backyard lawn on a gorgeous fall evening, I along with a number of others, found ourselves at a table where Greg was holding us all spellbound in humor, as he drew us into the planning of his engagement trip to Paris.

It was there that I got to really know Greg and to realize now that I never got the chance to tell him how much his friendship meant to me. He will forever be im my heart and memory.

- Wally Warfield

I feel fortunate to have many warm memories of Greg. I first met Greg in 1991 when I joined MODR, we were both still relatively young, with an excitement and shared passion for our work. Greg is part of my best memories of MODR and the sense of community we all shared back then. Although we worked very hard, we still found time to spend many a fun afternoon chilling and laughing at the Red Hat. At Christmas Greg always insisted on sharing his God awful fruit cake with the office.
What I will remember most about Greg is his generous spirit, his wonderful sense of humor and his smiling face each time I saw him. Gregory, I will miss you!

- Jeannie Adams

I e-mailed Greg the first week in April to tell him I had finally moved to his fine state and see when we could get together for some good banter. I was then told by a fellow EPP newletter committeee member the sad news. I have just been trying to absorb this last act of Greg's by reading through the messages every couple of days ever since and being an observer. Then I saw Juliana Birkhoff's posting, and it hit home because I was that friend who sent Greg the message she spoke of about "...[not holding anything back in life and] arriving at your grave by screaming holly shit, what a ride." By seeing this message again, I was very sad and felt very lucky at the same time.

I met Greg about 5 years ago, but really got to know him last summer and Fall. He had not returned my calls, and I just happened to be visiting a friend in his home town, so took the chance that if I was in his town he might share a cup of coffee with me and I could bend his ear. I left a messgae and he retunred it within 5 minutes, and said I could either meet him after his Dr.s appointment, or drive him to it since he was back in a wheel chair. So, I showed up at his house, after only meeting him once before at a conference and took him to his Dr.s office. I knew we were going to have an interesting day when the first thing he said to me was "want a banana", and handed me one. I noticed immediately that we had the same dry, bantering sense of humor, which was just a little "off". We laughed all afternoon, even in the Dr.s office. On the way home, he said he had to make one more stop for some percasett, so I just openned up the glove compartment and said, why don't you just take mine. We shared something else, being accident prone.:-)

Over the next few months we spoke and laughed daily. We often found each other typing on the computer at odd time, such as 4:00 in the AM and Greg would type, "just let me hobble back to the kitchen", or "wait till I get some ice", and we would then chat on the phone.

Aside from sharing some great stories, whitticisms and of course gossip; we shared many hopes, fears and goals. We developed a mutual respect, and I am greatly honored that I was able to spend this time with such a great man. The last time I saw Greg was at his house this Fall. We chatted on the porch over a sandwich, stealing one another's pickle or cheese and both being interuppted by cell phones ringing. He was a very real deeply feeling man, and I only wish he knew how much he touched others lives. He will be sorely missed.

- Forsyth Kineon

On Tuesday of this week I learned that Gregory’s body was found - a month to the day after he vanished. Thus ends a period in which denial could forestall grief.

I first met Greg in 1991, when he was chair of the ADR Committee at the Boston Bar Association and I was an ADR newbie – just learning the ropes of mediation and arbitration. I was impressed. As he facilitated the discussions in the monthly meetings that he expertly led for two years, he missed nothing. Before the meeting was over, he had acknowledged or responded to each person’s contribution to the meeting. He was alternately funny and profound. He made us all feel not only included but valued. He seemed wise beyond his years. And I said to myself that when I grow up, I want to learn how to work with people in the graceful, light-hearted but focused way that Greg does. I was ten years older than Greg, but he was one of my first ADR mentors.

Fast forward ten years, and Greg became a close friend and confidant. Along with Daniel, Homer, Marvin, and I, Greg was one of the “Five Guys” – the first men’s group/friends’ group/support group that I have belonged to in many years. We were just beginning to find a rhythm of occasional weekend retreats. Greg’s insight, humor, love, and candor were the gifts that he brought to our group. It was not until he vanished in November, 2004 – four hellish days when his friends and family mobilized to look for him – that I realized what a pitched battle he fought every day with his twin demons: depression and physical pain.

He seemed better each week since returning to his life as environmental mediator par excellence this past winter. He had new work – a major gig in Cape Hatteras. With Kim as his associate, co-conspirator, and friend, and Peggy as his office manager – both of them such amazingly talented and devoted colleagues – his career was moving in a promising direction. He lived in a captivatingly lovely, albeit rough-around-the-edges cottage/lodge tucked away in the woods next to a tiny pond on conservation land in Sudbury, where his love of gardening was beginning to show results. Laid up for a while last summer with a new injury to his gimpy leg, he asked me to photograph his various gardens, so that he could remember where his perennials were when he returned to his garden beds this spring.

Depression can be a ferocious enemy, even when treated. Greg’s final disappearing act, on April 4, 2005, is a grim reminder of depression’s ability to steal from us some of the best and the brightest. Greg fought so bravely but so privately the physical pain that his various injuries – and the treatment of those injuries – have caused him. I cannot in good conscience question his decision to end his intense and chronic pain. But what a loss to his family and to all of his friends, colleagues, and the members of his circle at the Unitarian Church in Sudbury, all of whom I join in sorrow over the loss of a dear soul. My heart aches from missing Greg, even while his idealism and passion, his good heart and keen intellect, and his extraordinary gift for connecting with and caring about other people continue to inspire me. Even in his death, he expressed, by the instructions that he left behind, his dedication to making the world a better place – by addressing our country’s tragic legacy of racism, its need for environmental renewal, and its need for well-trained dispute resolvers.

I pray that his family will be comforted by knowing – from the stories of Greg’s life told here and at the memorial services for him – what a blessing his life was for the people fortunate enough to have known him and loved him. Peace to you, Greg. We miss you.

- David Hoffman

I met Greg through Leslie three summers ago.
I will never forget sitting on the porch in the back looking at the garden with all the lovely colors and rejoicing that this was a perfect summer day made complete by two wonderful people Leslie and Greg.
I will never forget that radiant smile as Greg came down to greet us and I knew in an instant that I was meeting a very special person who took interest in wonderful conversation and laughter.
it was a great day that I will never forget.
May you be present Greg in all the lives of your loved ones who will miss you always- send them the warmth of a summer garden

- Melissa Glaister

I just got the news through a friend and colleague, David Hoffman, that Greg has passed away. I am deeply saddened. I knew Greg for about a year when I was fresh out of college, making my way into the working world in Cambridge, MA, at the Consensus Building Institute. Greg instantly became a friend and valued mentor. He saw promise in me and gave me tasks and responsibilities that I appreciated. He ultimately helped me find a new job with David Hoffman, the best boss I've ever had. Greg was always kind, sincere, and had a warm smile with bright eyes. I will remember him fondly as a special person who graced so many people's lives. He will be very missed. Peace to you, Greg.

- Stacey Bran

A surprise visit yesterday from my dear friend Karen Sontag brought me the news of Gregory's passing. I'm still stunned, so I apologize in advance if my memories come across as mere ramblings.

I met Gregory in 1992 at the Massachusetts Office of Dispute Resolution. My first week there I felt I was the "lowly" receptionist in the midst of this brilliant group of professionals. It was a busy week, full of transitions - the Executive Director was gone, replaced by our beloved Jane Wells, the former receptionist had taken on new duties...there wasn't any time to coddle the new chick.

Then the strangest thing happened my first Friday in the office. Around 3pm, Gregory shows up with a bouquet of flowers. He tells me there for me, for getting through my first week at MODR. He apologizes for how hectic things were all week and tells me how happy he is I'm there. He then proceeds to tell me that he hopes the week didn't intimidate me because he thought I was a perfect fit for the office.

I was overwhelmed. And it was a feeling that stayed with me my entire time with MODR. Regardless of what was going on in his life, Gregory always took the time to check in with me and make sure I was all right.

A few years after that first week, I found myself on the receiving end of being dumped. My engagement to a man I was with for six plus years had been broken. Gregory was part of a group of people who took me out to drown my sorrows and while the rest of the gang was partying, he stayed by my side all night talking with me about love and life and the endless opportunities ahead of me.

We would trade phone calls and emails but now it seems like those were far too few. I will always treasure the trip I took with Karen to Sudbury to take Gregory out just for a fun night with the girls. Karen emailed me today and wrote, among other things, "he really was our good friend". Knowing that makes his passing so much harder, yet a little easier as well.

I believe he's pain-free and in a much better place now. Although I selfishly wish he was still with US.

I love you, Gregory.

- Cyndi Donnelly

Two, short messages for the moment.

David H. - thanks for your lovely set of memories and reflections. Like you, I had been awaiting a final determination - the finding of a body - before I gave up on one of my many hope-against-hope fantasies; that Greg had simply chosen a dramatic way to remake his life as an undercover CIA agent.

So, May 13 was when I stood in my synagogue when the Mourner's Kaddish was chanted. The rabbi invites those who have lost a family member of loved one to stand. I did. Then, to share the loss and pain, the whole congregation stands and the prayer is recited.

It is one of the good-byes I'll be saying in the coming weeks. As important is how I'll express the Gregness that will stay with me.

Greg's love of flowers is one part of that legacy. More particularly - giving cut flowers to his men and women friends. Cyndi - your story was just "pure Greg" -- the flowers as the symbol of beauty, giving, caring and slowing down to relish all of that. Thanks for your story.

- John Stephens

Second short message. I invite Andy Sachs and others to add to my recollection of a soulful visit to a synagogue in Newport, Rhode Island. Greg came up with the idea for attending Friday night services during an Environmental and Public Policy Section conference in 1999? It was April- good rates for a hotel, and still nice enough to walk along the rocky shore.

Greg, Andy and I -- and others, please chime in! -- went to the oldest synagogue in the US. Very traditional: men and women seated separately. Greg was very moved, and soaked in the spirits that have built that holy space. After the service, he was excited and proud to tell the rabbi we were peacemakers, in Newport for a conference, to learn from one another and renew our spirits for our work.

Given the far-flung nature of Greg's professional life friends, our conference gatherings have many stories of fun and frolic. My reflection is that as much as we need to "do business" in those settings, let's not forget to smell the flowers, commune with the spirit, and let things come to us, and from within us, by letting go of the regimented rationalism of so much of (my) life.

I hope others will pick up on this Newport synagogue thread.

- John Stephens

Final one of my flurry.
After work on Friday, May 13th, I know some DC-area friends were gathering at a watering hole to celebrate Greg, and to renew the bonds they have in today's life. I had a nice call from Bill Potapchuk as he was in route. I hope those folks will take a moment or two to share what they can from that gathering. I'm done!

- John Stephens

Lorraine and I first met Greg in the late 60's through his mother in Towson MD. He and his girlfriend had started a soup kitchen, Manna House, in Baltimore to feed the hungary. We were new to UU, and I admired how such a young man could do such a thing. It was the beginning of a life of service to the oppressed.

- Hank Obremski

Greg and I partnered through a number of cases over a lot of years from Cape Cod before his accident to Kalamazoo near the time of his passing. I cannot capture in words the magnitude of our loss, but I wish to join in you in reflection.

- Howard Bellman

Dawn Desert Hike in Tucson W/5/25
If you'd like to join us for a dawn hike in Greg's memory, please e-mail ( me or call (Office: 802-223-1330, cell 802-272-2829) so we'll now roughly how many people to plan for. I'll post details at the confernce recption desk. The tentative plan is to leave from the lobby of the Hilton Conquestador at 4:15 (!). Please let me know if you have a car, and if so, how many passengers you can take. We have access to a large van, so should be able to accomodate most everyone. Please bring a flashlight, if possible.

- Cindy

The last time I saw Greg was at the EPP Sector meeting in Portland. Somehow, our conversation turned to his mother (I too had been at the huge gathering in her home when the Sector met in Baltimore) and he spoke about his admiration for her. “Especially her strength at facing so many of life's challenges," he said. As much as Greg has inspired so many of us, let us remember that a deep source of inspiration for him was that wonderful woman. May she take some comfort from knowing that she is not alone at this very sad time.

Thanks to John Stephens for recalling the visit to Truro Synagogue (still yet another Sector meeting, this time in Newport, RI), which touched Greg very much. Baruch Dayan HaEmet.

- Andy Sachs

And so I have to learn
to swim inside my dreams
in case the sea should come
and visit me in my sleep.

I knew Greg through First Parish. We shared poems, sayings and he gave me a book that I treasure. I think of him often and still cry when I think of his pain. I walk through his woods often and wish him peace.

- Beth Rust

all of us joined by rememberences of greg. i read the post every morning and now as the day of the service in baltimore draws near and i have to make a lot of decisions it is grat to hear all your voices joan

- joan

Dear Joan:
On Wednesday, about 20 of Greg’s many, many friends and colleagues from all over the country gathered together on a promontory in the Arizona desert. We joined hands and invoked warm memories of Greg as the dawn rose and a full moon hovered above the blooming cacti. It felt like an appropriate way to celebrate a man who touched our lives so profoundly.

- Cindy Cook

I just found this site, after hearing about Greg from my father, and have spent the last hour with my childhood memories of Greg. He lived in a house whose backyard shared a border with ours, and he was my best friend for five or six years until, being the older by two years, he was in junior high school and our interests diverged. For those years he was like the older brother I didn't have, and the lessons I learned from him are surely part of my self in ways I don't even realize. I remember playing king-of-the-log with him in his backyard---being bigger he was almost impossible for me to beat. Less competitively, we played with toy cars among the roots of trees. I learned to play Risk and Monopoly from him, and still remember him overturning the Monopoly board when an argument started between me and my sister who was also playing---from which I learned that one can look outside the rules to change things.

I saw Greg occasionally in high school and once in Boston while he was at Northeastern, but I never really knew him as an adult. Reading the other postings here, I regret that even more than before. He must have been a wonderful man, and I feel lucky to have known him as a child.

- David Meyer

I cannot count myself among Greg's good friends, having only met him on a few occasions when he returned to Baltimore and visited his childhood church. But I do count him among those that have had a lasting impression on me, first by listening to him talk to the congregation at TUUC about his accident and the question "why me?" that arose for him and others who are dealing with the "bad stuff that happens." Greg also impressed me when he shared his unabashed respect and honor for his mother, Joan. I saw many qualities of character they shared and know he provided support in many ways to his family.

- Catherine Morris

I only knew Greg when we were teenagers and haven't seen him in over 20 years. We met when we were about 14 at a teenage summer camp in New York state called Somerhill. A group of us became very close friends and he used to make frequent trips up to NY to visit throughout the year. Greg was the first boy that I ever had a really close, platonic friendship with. He was so warm and affectionate. We'd have long phone conversations talking about everything under the sun, the way teenagers will do. It was an important and formative friendship of my youth.

Sometime in the early 80s, I was on a business trip to Boston and briefly visited with Greg. It was so nice to see him again and we were determined to stay in touch. That's the last time I spoke to him. My friend Leah Weiss who was in college with him would occasionally catch me up on news about him, and that's how I found out about his tragic death.

I had always hoped that someday we'd reconnect, but of course now that's impossible. I'm left with very warm, sweet memories of an old dear friend, and a sadness for lost opportunities, past and future.

My heart goes out to his family and friends in their loss and grief.

- Maxine Gerber

Received this very bad news a day or two ago, with shock. I had not seen Greg in at least 10 years, but had come to know him in the late 1980's-early 1990's as a friend and fellow environmentalist. He overwhelmed me with his positive life force and commitment to better the world and himself. Eventually each of us married, and we did not stay in touch except for occasional helloes through mutual friends. I had heard about his terrible accident but had not seen him afterward. Struggling with depression is tough enough; more people should be educated as to what chronic depression feels like and what it does to your life. Feeling so much pain would also sap the energy needed to fight back. I am so sad. Just knowing Greg was out there being himself always brought a smile to my face. His memory will support my will to fight on for a better world and a meaningful life.

- Diane Langley

Gregory was married to my sister Elizabeth at one time. They loved the Sudbury House. When we stayed there we heard the bull frogs all night. We took many nature walks there and saw many animals including the Great Blue Heron. My sons Ben and Evan loved Greg and would climb on his lap readily. Gregory loved kids. We had many good times with Greg and Elizabeth and my family especially the holidays. Gregory was close with the rabbi who married Elizabeth and Gregory.

- Helane Altman Broad

I had the pleasure of meeting Greg when I joined SPIDR more than 10 years ago. I remember and appreciate his interest and encouragement to me as I started my career in environmental DR. Our paths only crossed at the annual and mid-year conferences and it was always wonderful to see him and talk. I know he was very loved by a wide circle of family and friends and he will be missed terribly. My mother died in April after a long illness; I would like to share a poem a dear friend sent that was read at the celebration of a life lived that we held for our circle.

The Comforters by Dora Sigerson Shorter

When I crept over the hill, broken with tears,
When I crouched down on the grass, dumb in despair,
I heard the soft croon of the wind bend to my ears,
I felt the light kiss of the wind touching my hair.

When I stood lone on the height, my sorrow did speak,
As I went down the hill, I cried and I cried,
The soft little hands of the rain stroking my cheek,
The kind little feet of the rain ran by my side.

When I went to thy grave, broken with tears,
When I crouched down in the grass, dumb in despair,
I heard the soft croon of the wind soft in my ears,
I felt the kind lips of the wind touching my hair.

When I stood lone by thy cross, sorrow did speak,
When I went down the long hill, I cried and I cried,
The soft little hands of the rain stroked my pale cheek,
The kind little feet of the rain ran by my side.

- Catherine McCracken

Dear Joan
My sisters and I just learned the tragic news of Greg's passing. He was a wonderful person. He and Elizabeth shared many great journeys around the world, places most people only dream of, Greg & Elizabeth experienced. Our family shared many fond memories with Greg, hikes in Sudbury, listening to the bullfrogs, planting flowers and enjoying life.
The car accident that caused Greg so much pain, was a tragedy to us as well.
He will be missed by us all.
Wendy, Bob, Alex & Stephanie

- Wendy Altman Brown

Dear Joan...and all Greg's many friends,
It is early June and we *just* learned of his death and feel utterly stunned and grief-stricken. He was both a gentle and a gregarious soul. When he was married to our dear friend Elizabeth Altman, they became godparents to our first son, was a delight to see how tender and playful he was with the child. He once gave Wes a colorful pop-out picture book about a bullfrog...which reminded us all of his Sudbury home.
The accident was a horrible thing and it was awful to see him in pain. Yet he soldiered on ... I guess. Oh Gregory, we are so sad. May you rest in peace.

- Teri, Shawn, Wes and Tristan Dunn

Gregory was married to my dear friend, Elizabeth Altman Golding, and though I have not met him, I remember wonderful stories about the Sudbury days. May he rest in peace.

- Barbara Lamb Hall, San Mateo, CA

Greg was my first love, when I was 13 and he was 14. We met through camp Somerhill. He lived in Baltimore and I lived in Brooklyn, and I wrote long, passionate letters to him every day. He came to visit me in Brooklyn, as a surprise for my 14th birthday that May. I will always remember his warmth, his deep, big, blue eyes, those sweet, completely innocent, first-teenage kisses.

I became a professional modern dancer and he went to law school, but we remained good friends. When we were in each other's vicinities, we would spend long afternoons together, catching up and trying to understand this strange life.

When I was 29, I decided to stop dancing and go to law school. I'll never forget his whoops of laughter, when i told him I was going to law school - and he thought I was kidding! But when he stopped laughing, and I convinced him I was serious, he became serious and spoke to me about the good lawyers can do in society.

We both ended up going into alternative dispute resolution, but Greg was always such a passionate idealist - a true inspiration for us all. The world will miss his kind and generous soul.

I still, to this day, think of him every year on his birthday, June 23, and also think of him on August 4th, his mother's birthday. Somehow those dates became etched in my mind, 34 years ago, when I was but a wee lass of 13.

"I will always love you, hands alike, magnet & iron, the soul."

- Rachel Fishman Green

Many thanks to Jonathan Raab for setting up this web site. Thank you Karen Sontag for contacting me. Reading the entries is a way to keep Greg alive in our minds, to remember him, honor him. When I joined the MA Office of Dispute Resolution he had been working there for some time, and he was enthusiastic about sharing what he knew and exploring new paths for the organization. Always with a smile and with fabulous energy. His enthusiasm and dedication to his colleagues, the field of dispute resolution and the organization was wonderful. Hard as it is at this very sad time, I think Greg would want us to remember that great energy of his and his warm, wonderful smile.

- Fredie Kay

I'll never forget that day on 495. I knew how much pain you were in. Rest in peace my friend. I will always miss you.

- your Guardian Angel

I was so saddened to read of Greg's death in the Boston Globe yesterday. I worked with Greg when he was at MODR and always remembered him with great respect and fondness. My thoughts and prayers are with his family and friends.

- Madeline Snow

Joan -

I was a friend of Greg's in Bellingham and was referred to his whereabouts by a mutual friend in Boston last year. Greg and I were exchanging voice messages to reconnect when I got the sad news.

In Bellingham we both ran for the Assciated Students' Board of Directors for the two "At-Large" positions. We campaigned together and enjoyed eachothers company in serving our peers in those positions for the year. He was elected to the at-large position 10 and I was elected to postiion 9. We often though it a great thing that we had not randomly chosen to run for the same at-large postition. That was the year I graduated. I understand that he was a very active and effective President on the Board after I left, no surprise there.

I think that serving on that Board was both or our introductions on how traditional organizational governances really worked and how disfunctional and messy dealing with difficult (or easy) issues can be as well as the wierd personalities that emerge in such settings. I remember as some of the board meetings went on we would catch eachothers glance and barely contain our laughter (or sometimes not) at what was happening.

As many others have already expressed on this message board, I too was challenged, worked on strategies, was inspired by, joked and enjoyed time with Greg. I was not surprised to ocassionaly hear about him through the grapevine and his career path.

At Western WA U. I was getting a business degree at the same time that Greg was studying environmental science and policy. At that time (and even now) it was not uncommon for people with those different interests to prejudge the intent and motives of the other. Greg was above that. He was very gracious and already showed an amazing ability to communicate his quick mind and keen wit. We agreed that there should not be a gulf between business and environmental issues but had no idea of how one might change that apparent divide. I have searched the web trying to find out more about Greg (before I found this site) and found that he was working on those kind of issues. He was always a leader and there is a whole group of environmentally concerned professionals that are following his lead. I hope to count myself in that camp.

After Bellingham and some years later I ended up getting an engineering degree and now have an environmental career. (I currently work for the WA Dept. of Ecology.) I was in Baltimore a few years ago for a conference and intentionally walked the streets one evening thinking about Greg, not knowing where he was but that he had grown up in that community.

Thank you for bringing Greg into the world and raising him. It was a pleasure and honor to have spent two of my early adult years with Greg.

I wish you consolation in knowing the wonderful man Greg was with us and wherever he may be now.

Peace be with you.

- David Nightingale, Olympia Washington


Although I never met Greg, his spirit seemed everywhere when our band traveled out to Sudbury for the sole purpose of giving him a New Orleans style send off. Thanks for letting us take part in that event.

Don Stevenson
Snare Drummer for The Second Line Social Aid And Pleasure Society Brass Band.

Don, you and your band were indeed "social aid" and "pleasure." Greg would've loved it! Thanks again to all.

While I had known Greg by reputation for several years before we became friends, I was lucky enough to get to know him in person during the years I spent in Boston. I was even lucky enough to serve on a facilitation team with him out on Cape Cod, where I got to see him work. Greg embodied everything I love about the dispute resolution field: a warm heart, a sharp intellect, and a caring soul. We shared several meals over the years (from Mexican food in San Diego to omlettes in Lexington) and he always had great stories to tell, a ready laugh, and a sympathetic ear. I always thought of Greg as a mentor, and he was kind enough to treat me as an equal and a friend. It makes me happy to remember him visiting my home and playing with my boys. Greg inspired and inspires me by his example, and his was truly a life well lived. He will unquestionably live on in my memory and in my heart, and I hope the life I'm able to put together will live up to his example.

- Colin Rule

I knew Greg for a brief period when he facilitated meetings for teams I was on at the Massachusetts Military Reservation (MMR) in the mid to late 1990s. Not only was he very professional, he was also sincere and compassionate. After he left I missed his involvement very much. He was a kindred spirit looking to bring resolution to difficult environmental challenges and his manner impressed me very much. I wish I had had a chance to know him better. Greg, you will be remembered.

- Phil Goddard

I also knew Greg from Camp Somerhill in the early 70s. He was a lovely guy, funny, warm and generous. I didn't know him after those summers, but I'm glad to see he lived a full and rich life, and saddened to hear of his passing. (Maxine Gerber, good lord, is that you? If it is, email me:

- Doug Fischer

It's very hard to say goodbye.

I knew Greg over 30 years ago at Camp Somerhill in upstate New York. We were very close at that time but lost contact and hadn't seen each other since then. Never the less, I am deeply affected by hearing of Greg's death. When I can't, as in this case, put my deepest feelings into words, songs sometimes say what I can't say myself. It is fitting to quote James Taylor, who Greg and I listened to together all those years ago.

I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I'd see you again.

- Arlene Immerman

Dear Greg-Friends:
A couple thoughts as September and fall bring a seasonal change four months+ since Greg stepped into the river.
First, I'm glad to see that Greg is still connecting people, as I note the posts from Arlene and Doug. We'd rather have Greg with us, but it gives me hope that as one soul passes on, it causes old guitar strings to be strummed and the chords bring long lost connections alive again.

Second, how do you carry memory forward? How do we not dwell on loss, but carry the love and humanity in some kind of satchel that is not just placed in the bottom of a closet? For me, it is taking one of his life-farewell cards and having it in my toiletries kit. Thus, when I am traveling, it reminds me of Greg's enjoyment of exploration. It reminds me of the need for prayer and spirit. And it reminds me to have fun.

In two weeks, I'll be with many of Greg's professional friends at a conference. I hope to hear from people here who I can seek out for a toast to honor the man who enjoyed getting toasted.

- John of Durham NC

On Saturday I was driving across MA on the Pike heading toward my first kayak race in Stockbridge. As I was crossing the CT River, I was listening to a mix of songs an old camp friend sent me, when James Taylor's "Fire and Rain" came on about his dear friend that committed suicide ("And I always thought I'd see you again"). While pulled over to reflect and get myself together I happened to check my email, where John of Durham's sweet email above was copied to me. A vortex of coincidences about carrying our memories of Greg forward with us.

- Jonathan Raab

All: Another change of seasons is upon us, and I think of Greg always at the change of seasons. He so honored the seasons, and loved the change to Fall. Last time I spoke with him, it was the first day of Spring, and we laughed about how he loves Spring, then Summer, then Fall....

How do we carry memory forward? Each in our own ways, I suppose. My children have kept his memory alive recently, asking about his picture from the June 3 service that I keep near my desk; my oldest remembering his last visit to us in 2000 when he was in a wheelchair and smiling all the time. That really stuck with my son, now 11.

Thanks, John, for the toast to come...raise an extra glass for all of us whose memories are so strong and can't be there to join you!

- Barbara Stinson, Colorado

I stumbled across this website after having stumbled across Greg's name somewhere on the internet and doing some Googling to follow his trail. Wow. Greg and I were friends in junior high, and I haven't seen him since the early 70s. All these messages are choking me up, because I remember Greg as a sweet, kind, friendly adolescent with a huge intellect and sense of purpose far beyond his years. It doesn't surprise me a bit that he turned into this extraordinary human being you've all described so lovingly.

- Kim Johnson

I was very shocked to read in Western Washington University's Alumni magazine, of Greg's passing. I worked with Greg for several years as one of his advisors on the Associated Student's Board of Directors. I over 30 years of working with exceptional students, Greg continues to come to mind when I think of the best of best. He was loved and will be remembered.

- Jim Schuster, Director of Viking Union Facilities

I also read of Greg's passing in the Western Alumni magazine that arrived today. I knew Greg at Western when I became involved in the student government in the years immediately following Greg's ASB Presidency. I am sure that years afterward, Greg's example was still the standard by which student leaders at Western were evaluated. His willingness to challenge authority while keeping all parties engaged in meaningful dialogue left a strong impression on me.

I ran into Greg about 10 minutes after moving to Boston and we crossed paths many times over the next 20 years including a stint together on the New England chapter WWU Alumni steering committee. Greg always impressed me with his drive, dedication and warm good humor. I was not a close friend, but will miss him.

- Soren Ryherd, Providence RI

Greg was a college sweetheart of mine. I didn't deserve him. He truly was a fabulous man and I'm in a little bit of shock. I was just thinking of him last week...thinking we should call him up and talk a little and laugh a lot.

I want to say thank you to his mother Joan. What a gem he was.

- Cynthia Weichman, Jackson WY

As I thought last night, my head on a pillow too hard, I remembered my friendship with Greg. I called him a sweetheart, because that sums up his character. We did date for a time, but we were not lovers. We were very good friends. For a time he lived at the recycling center at Western. It was a nice house for college students devoted to the environment. He shared it with two or more others. I remember him cooking a dinner for me there, while outside was the clanging*crashing*crunching of the recycling bins and volunteers. There was so much laughter with Greg, yet always that underpinning of serious availability. He was the best listener, and a compassionate soul. A time that stands out for me (instead of the environmental meeting we attended in Seattle...) was a three mile walk at night on the RR tracks along Bellingham the pouring rain. We were so wet we took our shoes off and walked on the iron rails for our last few blocks; no easy feat. He was such a clown at times. Then we went to a "better" restaurant entirely sopping wet, yet they served us. (You can just see Greg smile apologetically at the receptionist, can't you?) He was a doll. He had a passion for "rightness toward others" that's generally hard to find in mankind. He was a gift. I am so very sad we never got to laugh with him again. Sending love and a prayer for you Joan.

- Cynthia, Wyoming

I was what you could call Greg's political nemesis when he was student body president at Western Washington University. In short, I was a jerk to him most of the time, to put it mildly. Many years later I was diagnosed with clinical depression, the onset of which became pronounced in early adulthood. Unfortunately, Greg took some of that. Yet throughout it all, Greg remained a good man. I only wish I had know we lived in the same part of the country. I would have contacted him and given the most sincere and humble apology of my life. Now it's too late but I am happy to see that he touched the lives of so many people. I am not the least bit surprised.

- D. R. Scott

I am so sad to hear of Greg's death, but enlivened by the beautiful memories and notes here. I want to extend my deepest sympathies to Greg's mother Joan and all of Greg's family and friends. I was one of Greg's teenage romances
from Camp Somerhill and always enjoy my happy memories of Greg's sweetness and generous spirt. Greg would visit me in Brooklyn (I see from this site that Greg had a few other Brooklyn girlfriends !) and sleep in the basement
of my family's home. We had such fun wandering the Metropolitan Museum of Art galleries and hanging around
his friend's place down the block from the Met. I last saw Greg in the early 1980's and have often meant to look him up and say hello. I am so sorry I have missed that opportunity, as it's clear that Greg became a true mensch and was so cherished in his community. I am a lucky woman to have had such a good person as my first real boyfriend (I was about 14 when I met Greg in 73' or 74'). I will take all I have learned about the grown-up Greg from this site and carry it with me as a tool for living even more fully. Joan - you raised a great boy and you should be very proud. I'm sorry I never came to Baltimore to meet you.

- Ann Schneider, Brooklyn New York

It has taken me a couple of weeks to process the emotions I've had since learning of Greg's death. I haven't been in touch with him since '83 so it surprises me that I am so upset that I'll never be able to talk to him again. After reading some of the messages from people who knew him in recent years I can see that he was as I remembered him, compassionate; generous with his time; a mediator; strong in his beliefs yet understanding of other perspectives; and fun. He hasn't been in my life and I feel his passing deeply so my sympathies to those of you who have had him in your life and must miss him so much more.

- Therese (Viator) Ashton

I just learned Greg died as I tried to find him so I could get his experience in getting dual degrees because my daughter is thinking of doing that. I knew him in law school. He had the ability to bring out the best people could produce in themselves, and he used that facility with me to help organize the first year class in a kind of union which advocated benefits for its members. We could have used the time to better prepare for our classes, but it seemed important at the time. I am not surprised that so many people remember him fondly, and even though I have not seen him or heard from him since I left Boston for California in 1987 I was shocked to hear he died, and I share this great loss felt by so many.

- Jim Lang

I met Greg my freshman year at Western Washington Univ in 1981 and spent the next two years with him. Greg profoundly changed my life through his passion for the environment and social change. He questioned authority. He advocated for the underdog. He thought deeply. He loved life and took in all its contradictions and wonderful oddities.
I hadn't spoken to Greg since the mid-eighties but in 2003 I tried to contact him to tell him how lucky I was to have had him in my life, and how proud I was of him every time I "googled" him and saw the most recent list of achievements and undertakings. I left messages for him which I'm not sure he ever received. Today, I searched again for news of him - there is always news where Greg is - but this is not the news I intended to find.
I'm certain that Greg took in more life in his 47 years than most do in twice that. But I'm sure he gave twice as much, too. I am in quiet awe of the man who is still inspiring me twenty-three years since our last conversation. I love you, Greg.

- Darcy (Roenfeldt) Boddy

I also fondly remember Greg from Camp Somerhill, as I remember the others who've posted on this site. I am reminded of the line, "the long life is not necessarily the good life; but the good life is always long enough." Bon voyage old friend.

- Jeffrey Antman

I just found out about Greg, and about this page. I am still in shock about it. I have remembered Greg for many years, since I knew him when he was the President of the Student Body at Western in Bellingham, WA. Greg and I dated briefly and I never forgot him -- what passion, what leadership, what incredible charm he had. I still have vivid memories of him walking through campus, always handing out some flyer or fighting some cause. People would whisper when they saw him, and talk about him -- everyone knew Greg Sobel. He was the guy who made a difference. What a wonder it was to know you, Greg. Your life sounds like you continued to do what you were meant to do -- make a difference. Western Washington University Journalism School Alum

- Lauri (Reed) Hennessey,

I was stunned and so saddened to hear just last week about Greg's passing. I was just in Boston, visiting a friend from Northeastern Law School and heard the sad news. I met Greg the day before law school started. He, Seth, Ken, and Evester were the male law students living in a cute brownstone owned by Northeastern for grad student housing. I lived in the apartment upstairs with the female law students Doreen, Shelley and CeCe. Ever the organizer, Greg greeting us all as we moved into our new home on Moving Day and suggested we all go out to dinner in the North End and get to know each other. He also suggested that we have weekly dinners together, which we did for awhile. I remember looking in his pantry and seeing all the white and black generic supplies, as well as his many provisions from the local healthfood store. Greg would frequently come upstairs for a chat and we would have an impromptu meal.He organized a large group of us getting tickets to see Stevie Wonder and it was a great night. I remember him organizing study groups at school, and always being there if anyone had a problem or needed to vent. When I did a co-op in the summer of 1985 in Anchorage, I stayed in touch with Greg that summer. This was a long time before e-mails, and he and I chatted from our respective summer locations. We met in Seattle and he got me a place to stay for two nights. He showed me all around Seattle, a city he loved, and then I came back to Boston. After we moved into different housing in the second year of law school, we did not have our long chats and impromptu meals any more, but I always enjoyed talking with him at Northeastern and school events. I went back to 144 Hemingway Street in Boston last week, where I first met Greg, and it was nice to have a quiet moment there and to remember him. I am so sad for Greg's family and close friends, and for the legal community which he served so well. If there is a heaven, I know that Greg is there. I will miss him, and I'm sure that his law school colleagues who are attending this week's 20th reunion, are having wonderful memories about him and toasting in his honor.

- Nancy J. Kerrigan, NULS ''86

Am thinking of Greg today, his birthday.

- Rachel Fishman Green

Thank you Rachel, for initiating momentum on this website on this, Greg's 49th Birthday. I am sure there are plenty of us who check regularly for new entries, but for whatever reason, decline to speak... I am certainly one of those, with my last entry well over a year ago.

OH! - the party we should be having for him - with him - this coming week, as so many of his friends and colleagues converge in Boston for the ACR-EPP Conference! Knowing how he would relish the experience of having so many of his dear ones in his own backyard at one time will make it a bittersweet occasion to be sure. I take comfort in the fact that we will be missing him together and look forward to the stories that will be shared.

I want to take the opportunity of Rachel's web entry today to let you all know about a project that we have recently completed. Last June 25th, we held a memorial service in celebration of Greg in grand "Greg-like" scale! However, there was a most significant person missing from the event - Greg's mother, Joan.

A couple of weeks ago, we sent her the guest book from that event, embellished with photographs from Greg's personal collection along with all of the web entries and photos submitted to this site up through Nancy's note of March 20th. I know it was a difficult gift to receive, as it was to send. Joan may take comfort in the beautiful labyrinth that her son, this brilliant soul, left in his wake and be proud of the profound impression he left on us all.

- Kimberly Vogel

By cosmic coincidence, I noticed Greg's tribute in the Summer 05 ACR magazine as I was tearing out the tribute to my husband, a Vermont mediator who was catastrophically brain injured in 03. Greg and I were classmates at Northeastern. I was terribly sorry to learn of his death. I hadn't seen him since law school, and did not know of his spectacular success as a mediator . . . but it doesn't surprise me one bit. Greg and I negotiated a mock settlement in a mock mediation in our 1st year Legal Practice course. Who knew I was witnessing the birth of his career? He was a vibrant, passionate, feisty guy, and he will be missed.

- Cathy (Tosh) Suskin NULS 86

It seems not such a long time ago that Greg left us in this another entry stated earlier, I do visit here when I run across some work thing or another that Greg would have found interesting and remember him. His strenght and wisdom goes on in all of us that knew him. Sorry I missed his birthday because I would have surely raised a glass.

He is missed.

- Lynne Welsh, Devens MA

Would you believe, Greg, that I think of you everyday? Me, your rather distant relative? But it is not the bonds of blood that remind me of you each morning. It is a little bag with a shaving kit which you sent me years ago. I have used it till now. Funny, isn't it? This little reminder revives my memory. We lived four thousand miles apart, saw each other just a few times and exchanged not more than a couple of letters, but your attitude to life was close to mine. I always remember your sense of humor, clarity of your mind and speech, your active but peaceful nature. And I miss you.

- Peter Goldstein, Warsaw, Poland

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