Greg Leborgne

I visited my friend Gail’s blog earlier and when I saw the title In Memory of Greg Leborgne I thought that it’s weird that there is another Greg Leborgne out there, as it’s not really a common name.   I was in a state of denial as I read on, I knew it was him but I didn’t want to accept it or something.   Gail was his friend too, so it had to be him…. and all I know is what was written on her blog, that he was killed in a motorcycle accident two days ago.

He was my friend, and like some of the other friends I’ve spoken about on here, we’d never met.   We spoke on Skype, he played his guitar for me, we webcammed and we chatted on MSN regularly… but we never met face to face.   A part of me feels like I don’t really have as much right to the grief I feel because I’ve never shared the same space with him, but I think that the time we spent together was just as meaningful as anyone who has met him.   Sometimes I think you get to know people even more in depth online because what can you do other than talk and share your thoughts?

*Sigh* In any case, he’s gone, and I will never talk to him again, or hear him singing… and I’ll never get the chance to see him face to face, which is my biggest regret.   I had the chance once and I didn’t take it.  About two years ago he was flying through Amsterdam on his way home from a business trip and asked me to go into the city to see him, and I didn’t go.   I didn’t feel comfortable going on my own and I was nervous meeting him for the first time.   I wish I had now, because it was my one and only chance to ever see him.

This is what it said on Greg’s MSN the last time we spoke, and what it says on there still.   That’s the kind of person he was.  So alive, funny, so positive about the future and passionate about everything he did in life.   I loved that about him, I think that is what everyone loved about him.

Greg, my dearest wish right now is for you to still be with us.