My baby brother.∼YORKTOWN-- Here is Joey's eulogy written by his sister. At his memorial, no one collectively addressed the family and friends, so the memorial was never read.
For so many reasons, I shouldn't be here today. I think I have been in the Mouse fewer than 5 times in my life. Joey should be here. This was Joey's place.
I'm going to be honest with you. I can't command the room's attention with my smile or my wit. I can't hustle you at a game of pool. I can't make you feel like you are the only person in the world when I give you my attention. I can't charm the pants off of you. That was all Joey. I kind of feel like the rest of us siblings missed out on some of those particular skills. He could walk in any room, anytime and anywhere and bring it to life.
Most of you have stories of Joey that you can share tonight. I beg you to share them. Please make us laugh. Please tell us or share the, "Remember that one time…." Please give us another small piece of him to cling to. I'll even go first. But for what I want to share, I have to go back much further in time.
I'm not even six years older than Joey. I don't know why my mind always makes me believe I am so much older than him. And LITERALLY that's always what I felt like. I've always felt like I was an adult and he has always felt like my first child.
I have always been an early riser. Long before our mom ever thought about getting out of bed, I was always up and meddling, I mean "mothering." Many a breakfast Joey enjoyed after I pulled out the dresser drawers and scrambled up into his baby bed to shovel baby food in his mouth. Rumor has it Phillip and I made scrambled eggs for everyone once on our grandma's new carpet. Anyway, I digress. You might have a tough time believing this, but the tall, handsome Joe you know was a chunk when he was a baby and toddler. I'm going to take some ownership in that because he was probably eating two breakfasts a day for those first couple years of his life. I changed his diapers. I cuddled him and rocked him like he was my real life baby doll.
Once, I even convinced my 7-year-old self he was sick. I'm not sure if he truly was sick, or it was all in my head. But I had a plan. I was a natural at this "mothering" thing. I had it completely in control. Keep in mind, this was right before Reye's syndrome became such a big deal, so every mother had those sweet, tiny orange baby aspirins to give us when we were feverish. Who didn't love those little baby aspirins? Well, my meddling self went in search of the magic orange pills. FINALLY, I found them in my mom's purse in this weird, circular shaped pill container. Who puts the baby's aspirin in a purse? It wasn't what they were USUALLY in, but the pills looked about right.
Yeah, I fed him a whole pack of birth control pills. Man, did our Mom freak out. I wasn't privy to the actual exchange with the medical professionals, but my aunts always told me that the people at the hospital just laughed and told her he just wouldn't be having babies anytime soon. I think Mom became a lot more conscious of my "mothering" from then on.
I could tell you about the time he rode his bike across the street when we lived in Anderson. He wanted to go to McDonalds. He got hit by a car and the only thing the goofball was worried about was his French fries how much trouble he was going to get in.
Joey had a penchant for trouble and he had a mouth, too. As a scrawny kid he didn't have the size to back that mouth up either. He got himself in a real mess with some boys older than him when he was about 8. Here he came running in the house yelling for me telling me his side of the story. To this day I don't know if his version was true because I didn't have the patience or sense to listen to anyone when I was 13, most especially when it came to my baby brother. I flew out of that house with Joey hot on my heels. He knew his sister was getting ready to deliver some retribution for someone messing with him and he was excited to see it coming. I jerked the first teenager off his bike and proceeded to make sure they knew to leave him alone. Then another one had pepper spray on his bike and was pretty sure he was getting it next so I got a face full of pepper spray.
Joseph "Joey" D. Gregg, passed away unexpectedly on Thursday, April 30, 2015.
A lifelong Yorktown resident, Joe's sincerity and infectious personality made him such a lovable person. Joe was a proud 1995 graduate of Yorktown High School and remained close to the Yorktown community long after graduation. He was a true friend to every person that had the opportunity to meet him. He always made a point to help everyone in any way that he could. It was just in his nature to offer a quick smile and a helping hand. Equally, he was truly talented at everything he set his mind to do. His most treasured role in his short life was that of Uncle, referring to himself as "Unckie Joe" to all. Joe truly treasured each of his nephews and nieces and always took the time to share hugs, kisses and plenty of laughter. His second loves were his siblings and parents; he was an avid sports fan and always had time to share a game with his family, especially if it were his favorite teams, the Indianapolis Colts and Kentucky Wildcats. He was a talented skilled mason, and had a beautiful, kind soul; all of this barely scratches the surface of summarizing the awesome life of Joe Gregg.
He is survived by his father, Earl P. Gregg, Sr. (Shirley) of Muncie; a brother, E. Phillip Gregg, Jr. (Renee), Yorktown; three sisters, Crystal Phillips (Shawn), Yorktown, Melissa Bromwell (Mike), DeSoto, and Stephanie Anderson (Doug), Muncie; nine nieces and nephews; and so many adoring aunts, uncles and cousins.
Preceding him in death, he now joins his mother, Darlene McKenzie and step-father, Jack McKenzie. And we take comfort in knowing that they'll no longer be apart.
Family and friends may call during a celebration of life ceremony to be held at the Mouse Music Hall, Yorktown, IN, 9101 W. Smith St., Yorktown, on Thursday from 4 to 7 p.m. No flowers are requested, rather in honor of Joey's name, please make memorial donations to: Yorktown Junior Athletic Assn. P.O. Box 18, Yorktown, IN 47396. Arrangements are being handled by Walker & Glancy Funeral Home, Montpelier, IN.
THE MUNCIE STAR PRESS, Monday, May 4, 2015
For so many reasons, I shouldn't be here today. I think I have been in the Mouse fewer than 5 times in my life. Joey should be here. This was Joey's place.
I'm going to be honest with you. I can't command the room's attention with my smile or my wit. I can't hustle you at a game of pool. I can't make you feel like you are the only person in the world when I give you my attention. I can't charm the pants off of you. That was all Joey. I kind of feel like the rest of us siblings missed out on some of those particular skills. He could walk in any room, anytime and anywhere and bring it to life.
Most of you have stories of Joey that you can share tonight. I beg you to share them. Please make us laugh. Please tell us or share the, "Remember that one time…." Please give us another small piece of him to cling to. I'll even go first. But for what I want to share, I have to go back much further in time.
I'm not even six years older than Joey. I don't know why my mind always makes me believe I am so much older than him. And LITERALLY that's always what I felt like. I've always felt like I was an adult and he has always felt like my first child.
I have always been an early riser. Long before our mom ever thought about getting out of bed, I was always up and meddling, I mean "mothering." Many a breakfast Joey enjoyed after I pulled out the dresser drawers and scrambled up into his baby bed to shovel baby food in his mouth. Rumor has it Phillip and I made scrambled eggs for everyone once on our grandma's new carpet. Anyway, I digress. You might have a tough time believing this, but the tall, handsome Joe you know was a chunk when he was a baby and toddler. I'm going to take some ownership in that because he was probably eating two breakfasts a day for those first couple years of his life. I changed his diapers. I cuddled him and rocked him like he was my real life baby doll.
Once, I even convinced my 7-year-old self he was sick. I'm not sure if he truly was sick, or it was all in my head. But I had a plan. I was a natural at this "mothering" thing. I had it completely in control. Keep in mind, this was right before Reye's syndrome became such a big deal, so every mother had those sweet, tiny orange baby aspirins to give us when we were feverish. Who didn't love those little baby aspirins? Well, my meddling self went in search of the magic orange pills. FINALLY, I found them in my mom's purse in this weird, circular shaped pill container. Who puts the baby's aspirin in a purse? It wasn't what they were USUALLY in, but the pills looked about right.
Yeah, I fed him a whole pack of birth control pills. Man, did our Mom freak out. I wasn't privy to the actual exchange with the medical professionals, but my aunts always told me that the people at the hospital just laughed and told her he just wouldn't be having babies anytime soon. I think Mom became a lot more conscious of my "mothering" from then on.
I could tell you about the time he rode his bike across the street when we lived in Anderson. He wanted to go to McDonalds. He got hit by a car and the only thing the goofball was worried about was his French fries how much trouble he was going to get in.
Joey had a penchant for trouble and he had a mouth, too. As a scrawny kid he didn't have the size to back that mouth up either. He got himself in a real mess with some boys older than him when he was about 8. Here he came running in the house yelling for me telling me his side of the story. To this day I don't know if his version was true because I didn't have the patience or sense to listen to anyone when I was 13, most especially when it came to my baby brother. I flew out of that house with Joey hot on my heels. He knew his sister was getting ready to deliver some retribution for someone messing with him and he was excited to see it coming. I jerked the first teenager off his bike and proceeded to make sure they knew to leave him alone. Then another one had pepper spray on his bike and was pretty sure he was getting it next so I got a face full of pepper spray.
Joseph "Joey" D. Gregg, passed away unexpectedly on Thursday, April 30, 2015.
A lifelong Yorktown resident, Joe's sincerity and infectious personality made him such a lovable person. Joe was a proud 1995 graduate of Yorktown High School and remained close to the Yorktown community long after graduation. He was a true friend to every person that had the opportunity to meet him. He always made a point to help everyone in any way that he could. It was just in his nature to offer a quick smile and a helping hand. Equally, he was truly talented at everything he set his mind to do. His most treasured role in his short life was that of Uncle, referring to himself as "Unckie Joe" to all. Joe truly treasured each of his nephews and nieces and always took the time to share hugs, kisses and plenty of laughter. His second loves were his siblings and parents; he was an avid sports fan and always had time to share a game with his family, especially if it were his favorite teams, the Indianapolis Colts and Kentucky Wildcats. He was a talented skilled mason, and had a beautiful, kind soul; all of this barely scratches the surface of summarizing the awesome life of Joe Gregg.
He is survived by his father, Earl P. Gregg, Sr. (Shirley) of Muncie; a brother, E. Phillip Gregg, Jr. (Renee), Yorktown; three sisters, Crystal Phillips (Shawn), Yorktown, Melissa Bromwell (Mike), DeSoto, and Stephanie Anderson (Doug), Muncie; nine nieces and nephews; and so many adoring aunts, uncles and cousins.
Preceding him in death, he now joins his mother, Darlene McKenzie and step-father, Jack McKenzie. And we take comfort in knowing that they'll no longer be apart.
Family and friends may call during a celebration of life ceremony to be held at the Mouse Music Hall, Yorktown, IN, 9101 W. Smith St., Yorktown, on Thursday from 4 to 7 p.m. No flowers are requested, rather in honor of Joey's name, please make memorial donations to: Yorktown Junior Athletic Assn. P.O. Box 18, Yorktown, IN 47396. Arrangements are being handled by Walker & Glancy Funeral Home, Montpelier, IN.
THE MUNCIE STAR PRESS, Monday, May 4, 2015
My baby brother.∼YORKTOWN-- Here is Joey's eulogy written by his sister. At his memorial, no one collectively addressed the family and friends, so the memorial was never read.
For so many reasons, I shouldn't be here today. I think I have been in the Mouse fewer than 5 times in my life. Joey should be here. This was Joey's place.
I'm going to be honest with you. I can't command the room's attention with my smile or my wit. I can't hustle you at a game of pool. I can't make you feel like you are the only person in the world when I give you my attention. I can't charm the pants off of you. That was all Joey. I kind of feel like the rest of us siblings missed out on some of those particular skills. He could walk in any room, anytime and anywhere and bring it to life.
Most of you have stories of Joey that you can share tonight. I beg you to share them. Please make us laugh. Please tell us or share the, "Remember that one time…." Please give us another small piece of him to cling to. I'll even go first. But for what I want to share, I have to go back much further in time.
I'm not even six years older than Joey. I don't know why my mind always makes me believe I am so much older than him. And LITERALLY that's always what I felt like. I've always felt like I was an adult and he has always felt like my first child.
I have always been an early riser. Long before our mom ever thought about getting out of bed, I was always up and meddling, I mean "mothering." Many a breakfast Joey enjoyed after I pulled out the dresser drawers and scrambled up into his baby bed to shovel baby food in his mouth. Rumor has it Phillip and I made scrambled eggs for everyone once on our grandma's new carpet. Anyway, I digress. You might have a tough time believing this, but the tall, handsome Joe you know was a chunk when he was a baby and toddler. I'm going to take some ownership in that because he was probably eating two breakfasts a day for those first couple years of his life. I changed his diapers. I cuddled him and rocked him like he was my real life baby doll.
Once, I even convinced my 7-year-old self he was sick. I'm not sure if he truly was sick, or it was all in my head. But I had a plan. I was a natural at this "mothering" thing. I had it completely in control. Keep in mind, this was right before Reye's syndrome became such a big deal, so every mother had those sweet, tiny orange baby aspirins to give us when we were feverish. Who didn't love those little baby aspirins? Well, my meddling self went in search of the magic orange pills. FINALLY, I found them in my mom's purse in this weird, circular shaped pill container. Who puts the baby's aspirin in a purse? It wasn't what they were USUALLY in, but the pills looked about right.
Yeah, I fed him a whole pack of birth control pills. Man, did our Mom freak out. I wasn't privy to the actual exchange with the medical professionals, but my aunts always told me that the people at the hospital just laughed and told her he just wouldn't be having babies anytime soon. I think Mom became a lot more conscious of my "mothering" from then on.
I could tell you about the time he rode his bike across the street when we lived in Anderson. He wanted to go to McDonalds. He got hit by a car and the only thing the goofball was worried about was his French fries how much trouble he was going to get in.
Joey had a penchant for trouble and he had a mouth, too. As a scrawny kid he didn't have the size to back that mouth up either. He got himself in a real mess with some boys older than him when he was about 8. Here he came running in the house yelling for me telling me his side of the story. To this day I don't know if his version was true because I didn't have the patience or sense to listen to anyone when I was 13, most especially when it came to my baby brother. I flew out of that house with Joey hot on my heels. He knew his sister was getting ready to deliver some retribution for someone messing with him and he was excited to see it coming. I jerked the first teenager off his bike and proceeded to make sure they knew to leave him alone. Then another one had pepper spray on his bike and was pretty sure he was getting it next so I got a face full of pepper spray.
Joseph "Joey" D. Gregg, passed away unexpectedly on Thursday, April 30, 2015.
A lifelong Yorktown resident, Joe's sincerity and infectious personality made him such a lovable person. Joe was a proud 1995 graduate of Yorktown High School and remained close to the Yorktown community long after graduation. He was a true friend to every person that had the opportunity to meet him. He always made a point to help everyone in any way that he could. It was just in his nature to offer a quick smile and a helping hand. Equally, he was truly talented at everything he set his mind to do. His most treasured role in his short life was that of Uncle, referring to himself as "Unckie Joe" to all. Joe truly treasured each of his nephews and nieces and always took the time to share hugs, kisses and plenty of laughter. His second loves were his siblings and parents; he was an avid sports fan and always had time to share a game with his family, especially if it were his favorite teams, the Indianapolis Colts and Kentucky Wildcats. He was a talented skilled mason, and had a beautiful, kind soul; all of this barely scratches the surface of summarizing the awesome life of Joe Gregg.
He is survived by his father, Earl P. Gregg, Sr. (Shirley) of Muncie; a brother, E. Phillip Gregg, Jr. (Renee), Yorktown; three sisters, Crystal Phillips (Shawn), Yorktown, Melissa Bromwell (Mike), DeSoto, and Stephanie Anderson (Doug), Muncie; nine nieces and nephews; and so many adoring aunts, uncles and cousins.
Preceding him in death, he now joins his mother, Darlene McKenzie and step-father, Jack McKenzie. And we take comfort in knowing that they'll no longer be apart.
Family and friends may call during a celebration of life ceremony to be held at the Mouse Music Hall, Yorktown, IN, 9101 W. Smith St., Yorktown, on Thursday from 4 to 7 p.m. No flowers are requested, rather in honor of Joey's name, please make memorial donations to: Yorktown Junior Athletic Assn. P.O. Box 18, Yorktown, IN 47396. Arrangements are being handled by Walker & Glancy Funeral Home, Montpelier, IN.
THE MUNCIE STAR PRESS, Monday, May 4, 2015
For so many reasons, I shouldn't be here today. I think I have been in the Mouse fewer than 5 times in my life. Joey should be here. This was Joey's place.
I'm going to be honest with you. I can't command the room's attention with my smile or my wit. I can't hustle you at a game of pool. I can't make you feel like you are the only person in the world when I give you my attention. I can't charm the pants off of you. That was all Joey. I kind of feel like the rest of us siblings missed out on some of those particular skills. He could walk in any room, anytime and anywhere and bring it to life.
Most of you have stories of Joey that you can share tonight. I beg you to share them. Please make us laugh. Please tell us or share the, "Remember that one time…." Please give us another small piece of him to cling to. I'll even go first. But for what I want to share, I have to go back much further in time.
I'm not even six years older than Joey. I don't know why my mind always makes me believe I am so much older than him. And LITERALLY that's always what I felt like. I've always felt like I was an adult and he has always felt like my first child.
I have always been an early riser. Long before our mom ever thought about getting out of bed, I was always up and meddling, I mean "mothering." Many a breakfast Joey enjoyed after I pulled out the dresser drawers and scrambled up into his baby bed to shovel baby food in his mouth. Rumor has it Phillip and I made scrambled eggs for everyone once on our grandma's new carpet. Anyway, I digress. You might have a tough time believing this, but the tall, handsome Joe you know was a chunk when he was a baby and toddler. I'm going to take some ownership in that because he was probably eating two breakfasts a day for those first couple years of his life. I changed his diapers. I cuddled him and rocked him like he was my real life baby doll.
Once, I even convinced my 7-year-old self he was sick. I'm not sure if he truly was sick, or it was all in my head. But I had a plan. I was a natural at this "mothering" thing. I had it completely in control. Keep in mind, this was right before Reye's syndrome became such a big deal, so every mother had those sweet, tiny orange baby aspirins to give us when we were feverish. Who didn't love those little baby aspirins? Well, my meddling self went in search of the magic orange pills. FINALLY, I found them in my mom's purse in this weird, circular shaped pill container. Who puts the baby's aspirin in a purse? It wasn't what they were USUALLY in, but the pills looked about right.
Yeah, I fed him a whole pack of birth control pills. Man, did our Mom freak out. I wasn't privy to the actual exchange with the medical professionals, but my aunts always told me that the people at the hospital just laughed and told her he just wouldn't be having babies anytime soon. I think Mom became a lot more conscious of my "mothering" from then on.
I could tell you about the time he rode his bike across the street when we lived in Anderson. He wanted to go to McDonalds. He got hit by a car and the only thing the goofball was worried about was his French fries how much trouble he was going to get in.
Joey had a penchant for trouble and he had a mouth, too. As a scrawny kid he didn't have the size to back that mouth up either. He got himself in a real mess with some boys older than him when he was about 8. Here he came running in the house yelling for me telling me his side of the story. To this day I don't know if his version was true because I didn't have the patience or sense to listen to anyone when I was 13, most especially when it came to my baby brother. I flew out of that house with Joey hot on my heels. He knew his sister was getting ready to deliver some retribution for someone messing with him and he was excited to see it coming. I jerked the first teenager off his bike and proceeded to make sure they knew to leave him alone. Then another one had pepper spray on his bike and was pretty sure he was getting it next so I got a face full of pepper spray.
Joseph "Joey" D. Gregg, passed away unexpectedly on Thursday, April 30, 2015.
A lifelong Yorktown resident, Joe's sincerity and infectious personality made him such a lovable person. Joe was a proud 1995 graduate of Yorktown High School and remained close to the Yorktown community long after graduation. He was a true friend to every person that had the opportunity to meet him. He always made a point to help everyone in any way that he could. It was just in his nature to offer a quick smile and a helping hand. Equally, he was truly talented at everything he set his mind to do. His most treasured role in his short life was that of Uncle, referring to himself as "Unckie Joe" to all. Joe truly treasured each of his nephews and nieces and always took the time to share hugs, kisses and plenty of laughter. His second loves were his siblings and parents; he was an avid sports fan and always had time to share a game with his family, especially if it were his favorite teams, the Indianapolis Colts and Kentucky Wildcats. He was a talented skilled mason, and had a beautiful, kind soul; all of this barely scratches the surface of summarizing the awesome life of Joe Gregg.
He is survived by his father, Earl P. Gregg, Sr. (Shirley) of Muncie; a brother, E. Phillip Gregg, Jr. (Renee), Yorktown; three sisters, Crystal Phillips (Shawn), Yorktown, Melissa Bromwell (Mike), DeSoto, and Stephanie Anderson (Doug), Muncie; nine nieces and nephews; and so many adoring aunts, uncles and cousins.
Preceding him in death, he now joins his mother, Darlene McKenzie and step-father, Jack McKenzie. And we take comfort in knowing that they'll no longer be apart.
Family and friends may call during a celebration of life ceremony to be held at the Mouse Music Hall, Yorktown, IN, 9101 W. Smith St., Yorktown, on Thursday from 4 to 7 p.m. No flowers are requested, rather in honor of Joey's name, please make memorial donations to: Yorktown Junior Athletic Assn. P.O. Box 18, Yorktown, IN 47396. Arrangements are being handled by Walker & Glancy Funeral Home, Montpelier, IN.
THE MUNCIE STAR PRESS, Monday, May 4, 2015
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