Tribute from Greg’s Friend, Joel

This tribute was read to mourners gathered at Greg’s Funeral.


Despite having different personalities, Steve, Greg and Barry shared many things, among them a love of their family, and particularly an appreciation for their wonderful parents. Yvonne and Felix meant the world to Greg. Steve and Barry will be there for them, as Greg has always been, and they will continue to follow Greg’s example – always honouring the importance of family.

I’ll now read a poem that Steve and Barry want to share with you. It was of incredible importance to Greg – he knew it word for word, and he used it as motivation to help himself through the hard times and the challenges he set for himself. This poem was read out at the ramp ceremony on Friday. It is by William Ernest Henley, and the title is Invictus, which is the Latin word for Unconquered.

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.


In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.


Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate

I am the captain of my soul.

Greg’s cousin Anthony has set up a memorial website for anyone wishing to relate their stories, pay their respects, post pictures or just read about Greg’s life. This website will be online tomorrow. It’s a tough one to remember: