Frederick H. "Rick" Greb

Remember Fred in Whitehall High School as a jovial, friendly, fellow. Sincere sympathy to his family.

I always say that I hit the jackpot when it came to my family members, and you were just another example of that. Whether it was when you taught me to throw a knuckleball, when we watched Eagles games together, went to the flea market, or-one of my favorites-when you texted me and said, "Go Celtics," after the Celtics beat the Sixers in the playoffs. I didn´t have your number at the time, so I asked, "Who is this?" and you responded, "Larry Greb Bird." LOL.

I still sit here now, nearly five days after your passing, with a surreal-albeit unpleasant-feeling. You always embodied what it meant to be a strong person, and that´s why, deep down, this still feels so bizarre to me, even though I had come to terms with this awful reality a while ago.

It´s the memories I mentioned-and many more I´ve probably forgotten-that will help me cope with this loss as best as I possibly can. Another way I´ll endure this loss is by living every day in a way that you would have wanted. You always wanted what was best for me, so I´ll make sure you´re proud of me as you watch from above.

And to everyone else who is grieving, just remember: he is still here spiritually. Every second of every day, he is with you. You just don´t see it. So don´t act like he´s gone altogether-he still lives within each and every one of us.

I love you, Uncle...
And don´t worry-I´ll help Aunt Judy with whatever she needs, just like you would've wanted.

Judy and Family, I am so sorry for your loss. He is out of pain at last. He was a Big man with a giant heart for his wife and family. He loved to cut hair for many years and talk and make people happy and look good. Rest in peace Rick. Love, Alison