Month of Love # 3– Gregg


July is my episode month.
July 9th, in fact.
And I am excited.
And I didn't get here alone.
And so, it seems only fitting, that a few of these posts have to do with the many people who played a significant role in helping me to learn, I MATTER.
And don’t get me wrong – that list is LONG.
TOO long for this blog.

However, there a few that, especially this year, this year of Extreme have really shown me that not only do I love them, but also they, in turn, love me.

To continue with the love fest: GreggBestfriend

Gregg and I both attended UMASS Amherst.
Both had student jobs on the campus.
Tour Guide and Student Activities Office.
And never met.

Cut to three years post grad, we both found ourselves working for the Admissions Office.
Both Assistant Directors in Admissions.
Both traveling all over recruiting.
Both laughing over bad essays.
Both commiserating over some of our more “interesting” colleagues.
Both friends.

We had the summer to bond over not having a lot to do in the office.
We bonded, and created a database system.

We knew each other when I went out and had “just a snack” and would order an appetizer and a meal.  Hahaha.

Since I'VE KNOWN him, he’s always been athletic and a runner.  Not so much long before I knew him :).

And in fact, a short while after we met, he ran to Boston and got a new job. :)
And I missed his face.
And I would go visit him.

And then, a little while later, he ran to California.
And I, to Philadelphia.

And we talked.
Every week.
I think we gossiped more than schoolgirls.
He kept me firmly grounded in the real world.

What I haven’t mentioned yet is that Gregg, is my favorite Ginger.
His red hair reveals his sarcasm and wit.
Both of which mostly match mine.

We got each other through some bad relationships – or just listened and supported each other as we continued to make some questionable choices!

Now, when we get together we grab Fro yo or go to the beach and go for a run.
He’ll always be faster than me.
He’ll probably always be in better shape than me.
And, I know he’ll always have my back.

When I was recovering from surgery, I knew he’d be by to visit since the recovery stay was in Santa Monica and Gregg lives in the LA area.

He popped up with a cast on his one hand and a vase of flowers in the other.
Because he’d just been hit by a car.

Like, day before, hit by car.
Like, he was riding his bike and was hit by a car.
And yet, he made it over to visit.
Yeah, it’s like that.

That’s how he gets that title, Greg Bestfriend.
And he’ll be a best friend forever.
I’ll be at his wedding.
He’ll be at mine.
#1 Ginger.

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