Many of us have that one person in our lives who truly inspires us.  Some of us are even fortunate enough to be related.  I have such a person in my life.  My first memories of Greg are of us playing together in my backyard.  I was somewhere around four or five years old and Greg was a half year older.  In fact, Greg was born on my mom’s birthday, which probably made him her favorite nephew.  And if not, well, he at least always had the title of favorite cousin from me.  Growing up, Greg was the only boy around my age that I ever felt really comfortable being around.  I do have a brother, but we are separated by seven years, him being the younger.  And yes, I have other boy cousins, but they were more like typical brothers; cousins who you visit with at family functions, playing with some of them and barely tolerating others.  Read More…