A career of healing
Thinking of Others
The last illness
Was Einstein happy?
This email was sent to Greg's hotmail address.
Mon, 24 Sep 2001
Greg. Thank you my brother
I don't know if this will ever be read or it will get lost in cyber space. It matters not because it is to Greg whom I write.
My tears roll down my face as I write this to you my brother. I tried to come to the hospital to see you in June and they wouldn't let me in, now I know your chillin in some fine place of spirit where the healers hang and the musicians play.
Thankyou Greg, thankyou for all you did in my life.
I still remember the first day I met you, at the lecture of Sports medicine in Ryde. You blew my mind. I sat there so inspired and in awe of this skinny dude who knew so much stuff. We became mates and when you asked me to come and work in your clinic you have no idea what an honour you bestowed on me. Our times hanging, eating chinese and chewing the fat on topics ranging from "the far side' to shit mate you know you were there any way.
Thinking back just your way of hanging and chatting was one of your many great gifts to man kind.
Our many journeys up to NewCastle with me as the driver and the master chilling beside. Great days my friend.
I learnt many things from you G, not in the least of them is to laugh at the seriousness of it all. The sense of humor you gave so freely to me and I'm sure others is another of your great gifts.
I never did become the apprentice and thats ok too. You have a place in my heart Greg that will never be taken away from me. Thankyou doesn't even begin to say what it is , I love you my brother, am honoured that at least for a while we could share apart of our journeys together and I look forward to the day we can hang again.
Catch ya Greg
Tone :  ; )