GREG ARMSTRONG

1974 - 2018

GREG ARMSTRONG Gregory William Armstrong, 44, sadly left us June 17, 2018. He was born January 1974, in Tampa, Fla., and moved with his family to Las Vegas in November of that year. Greg attended local schools and graduated from Valley High, where he was president of the senior class. He went on to obtain a degree from UNLV in 1996. He was employed by the Nevada Department of Parole and Probation for 17 years. Growing up, Greg loved sports. He played football, baseball, soccer and basketball. He also tried golf and spent thousands of dollars on equipment and apparel to look good on the course, in spite of his handicap. He first went deep sea fishing with his dad and grandfather in Mazatlan, Mexico at age seven. He returned many times. More recently, he ventured to Panama, where he caught several marlin that outweighed him. For 10 years, he went on three-day, long-range tuna fishing trips, leaving from San Diego. Gregory and Erika were married in 2008. Many of their exploits were legendary. For Thanksgiving and Easter they entertained 20 or more family members and friends with amazing dinners. They routinely had adult Easter egg hunts with plastic eggs containing significant amounts of cash. They added a new dimension to the term "Staycation" by inviting many friends to their cabana located at various hotels in the city. They also sponsored "Final Four" weekends at the South Point with many of Greg's Parole and Probation buddies. He and Erika often spent the night at the hotel to insure a prime spot in the sport's book at 4:30 a.m. Greg's sense of humor and wit will be missed by all. He loved to make those around him laugh, regardless of the circumstances. His sarcasm was mythical. He once accused his father (tongue in cheek) for making him watch "Deliverance." He also had a gift for quoting inappropriate lines from movies to make a point. He developed this talent at a very young age. In fact, he was almost suspended in elementary school for calling a classmate a "gob of spit." This was a classic line from the Marlon Brando movie, "One Eyed Jacks," that he was forced to watch many times by his dad. Greg is survived by his father and mother, James and Suzan Armstrong; his sister, Amy Lediard; his niece, Melinda Lediard; and two aunts, Linda Flatt and Blair Feazel. He will be sorely missed by many more. A celebration of life for Greg is pending. All who loved him will be notified of the date and time.