​My precious, fun loving, sports minded, supportive son Gregory. 

I don’t look at this as an intentional act to leave me, but rather a last attempt to seek a “high” unknown to me. I’d often talk to Greg about the “high” he was seeking. I’ve always got my “high” from God and family. As a non drug user, I feel I failed him in understanding this “high” he knew of.

​It’s been five years since I received that phone call from the coroner’s office stating they had my precious son…. He died alone in his car from a morphine overdose. Not one day goes by that I don’t miss him…. forever in my heart… love you Always, Mom

by Lisa, Gregory’s Mom