Birth date: Oct 18, 1956 Death date: Mar 6, 2017
Gregg Edward Rose, 60 of Clearwater, Florida, Passed away on March 6, 2017. He was born in Chicago, Illinois on October 18, 1956. Gregg worked for Pinellas County as a Director of Programs, A member of the Salvation Army Church. H Read Obituary
We have just recently learned of Gregg's passing and offer our sincerest condolences to his family. Gregg was always such a friendly, welcoming presence at our meetings and he will be dearly missed.
Jennifer McBride, on behalf of the Grants Collaborative of Tampa Bay
I was very saddened to hear of Gregg's recent passing. I knew him through his job and he was a very caring, kind person. My condolences to his family. Rest in Peace, Gregg.
As a Civitan friend of Gregg, he will be sorely missed. My sincere condolences to his children, grandchildren and family. My prayers and thoughts are with you.
Lana Suggs
Civitan International Region 2 Director
Greg was a very supportive friend through the years, was a wonderful Salvation Army Officer. He came along side me with compassion and care in my time of need. I will miss his thoughts on facebook. What a wonderful friend see you iin Heaven my friend.
Our thoughts and prayers are with you all.
I'll never forget Gregg's enthusiasm and compassion for helping others. He was a servant, touching so many lives. He truly will be missed.
This poem has been in my family for over 30 years. Read by myself to my loved ones, friends and especially my mother and father.
I love to share it with others that have experienced a loss, a loss of a child, friend, realitive, loss of one of our elderly and more importantly losses of our beloved.. I find it to be a very profound poem regarding death and the reality of what is after.
I hope you find comfort as well...
Do Not Stand By My Grave And Weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's
huah, I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
