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Celebrate the Life of
Greg Saul

TRIBUTE TO DAD (from Neil) The circle of life: Everything you see exists together in a delicate balance. As we lay our Dad to rest, I am reminded of this balance. To weep and mourn for a man gone too soon, yet to celebrate his legacy and embrace the love he leaves behind. Our hearts are heavy to think what he shall miss, all of the memories we hadn’t yet made, but they are whole to know that he is now at peace. Dad passed from this Earth, held by the family he has created and surrounded with the love he so greatly deserved. We are the luckiest family to be able to have called him ours. As I sift through the memories, I’m reminded of just how much we’re similar, in so many little ways. In our knack for childhood mischief, ability to fall asleep anywhere, love for a good routine, and uncanny resemblance, no doubt I am my father’s son. “Look at the stars. The great kings of the past look down on us from those stars. So whenever you feel alone, just remember, that those kings will always be there to guide you — and so will I.” I know Dad is looking down on us, and that he will still be there to guide and protect us. We have learned from him to be incredibly strong, and to endure. We will continue to follow his example, make him proud, and to make the most out of this beautiful, short life. Love you always, Frick (or Frack? It was never made clear) Your “Mini Greg” ??? Neil

Robbin Saul Oct 30 2021

TRIBUTE TO DAD (from Matt) For 56 long years, my dad outpaced his arteriovenous malformation (AVM), until Friday night. With the four of us reunited for one last time - in the midst of this horrible pandemic - we held our father ever so close as we kissed him goodbye and told him that it was “okay.” He left us shortly thereafter at 10:17pm so that we would not have to leave him. Around 1:00am, we received a call. The selfless man that he always was had organs and tissue so healthy that up to 20 people might receive his gifts... skin grafts, bone marrow, etc. But most poetically, his eyes. Two gifts that, while perfectly functional, had been failing him due to the growing AVM in his brain. To think that now somebody else may find more utility with them than he - it was the comfort that we needed. And although those eyes will never see color, that was never their purpose. They provided color to those that saw inside them. But my dad was one of the lucky ones. He got to learn about his disease early on, and so did everything he could to ensure that each risk he made was calculated. Statistically, he maxed out his life. While this is the end that he’d always warned us about, he never let us worry about him or carry his burden. Selflessness was his MO. And as we lay him to rest, we could not think of a better way to honor his memory and what he stood for, than asking for donations towards an AVM-related cause (TBD) in lieu of flowers. For the four of us, people - family, friends, and neighbors - have always been the top priority in our lives. Our open-door policy has never been more used or needed than it has these past few days, as people trickle in and out of our driveway and back deck. And while it has felt like torture sometimes to be so close to loved ones that we can’t touch, it has been a much needed change of pace from all the never-ending Zoom meetings. While I don’t think I’ve ever cried this much... I don’t think I’ve ever laughed this much either. We will be making arrangements for how to best memorialize Greggors in the coming days, and will be sure to keep everyone informed. If anyone wants to come by for a beer or some food, our support system has left us with a full menu, wine list, and Dad’s IPA’s-of-the-month. All we really need right now is some company... and maybe a third refrigerator. My dad always made sure everyone was happy. And he still is... I love you, Dad. Saying goodbye was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, but I have never felt stronger. My heart feels so full even though it hurts so much. To our rock, our Canadian, and our punching bag ... ? ?? Love you always, Dad! -Matt TRIBUTE TO DAD (from Neil) The circle of life: Everything you see exists together in a delicate balance. As we lay our Dad to rest, I am reminded of this balance. To weep and mourn for a man gone too soon, yet to celebrate his legacy and embrace the love he leaves behind. Our hearts are heavy to think what he shall miss, all of the memories we hadn’t yet made, but they are whole to know that he is now at peace. Dad passed from this Earth, held by the family he has created and surrounded with the love he so greatly deserved. We are the luckiest family to be able to have called him ours. As I sift through the memories, I’m reminded of just how much we’re similar, in so many little ways. In our knack for childhood mischief, ability to fall asleep anywhere, love for a good routine, and uncanny resemblance, no doubt I am my father’s son. “Look at the stars. The great kings of the past look down on us from those stars. So whenever you feel alone, just remember, that those kings will always be there to guide you — and so will I.” I know Dad is looking down on us, and that he will still be there to guide and protect us. We have learned from him to be incredibly strong, and to endure. We will continue to follow his example, make him proud, and to make the most out of this beautiful, short life. Love you always, Frick (or Frack? It was never made clear) Your “Mini Greg” ??? Neil

Robbin Saul Oct 30 2021

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