Many people knew him as Greg, but I always knew him as Daddy. My Dad was amazing. He had a huge heart and was very giving. To many people he was their only friend and he made them feel as if he was their best friend. He was a beloved husband, brother, and son. To my sister and I he was the one who taught us how to ride our bikes and swim. He was a great cook and toward the end of his too short life he became a police officer, a life long dream.
He was a warrior. He fought valiantly against melanoma, the disease that took his father when he was only 5 years old. He lost his battle but became my hero. I know that he watches over my family and protects us.
May melanoma not take another McDonald from us.