Sheila (known on this blog as Tuffy P) lost her dad this morning. He had been ailing from kidney disease for some time and passed away at the hospital. George and I shared a birthday – he would have been 87 next month. I’m going to miss him greatly and I know the same is true for the whole family.

Some people are storytellers – they can’t help themselves, and George Gregory had the storytelling gene. Like all the best storytellers, he never shied away from telling the same ones several times. Like a fine cheese they ripen with age. He told all manner of stories, but all of them said much about his character. He was a kind and generous man, but he could be tough too, especially when it came to defending something he believed in. George believed in hard work and perseverance. He was the kind of guy who believed in loyalty – at work he thought it best to stay with a company for the long run (and he did that) and he believed it was possible to start at the bottom and work your way to the top (he did that too).

George was also known to break into song at a moment’s notice. He liked Irish tunes in particular. Here’s one of his favourites…

Details of visitation and funeral are available at the Marshall’s Funeral Home site.