August 20, 1946 — July 1, 2019
Gregory Scott Brouse moved from Sarasota, Florida to his home of San Francisco of 50 years.
On July 1, 2019, Greg left us, and his home with me and Willie the dog, after 40 years. It has been a challenging run and I am deeply grieved. He didn't know he was a star. He was my archenemy and my devoted friend, at one and the same time. This is incomprehensible to me.
I don't know all of you, but I do know this hurts you, too.
And I certainly do not know anything about the thinking of the Holy one, or whatever you call that in your life.
Greg would always say, "Where is your god, now!"
Greg's world had shrunk around him, casting out the rest of all two-legged creatures and family, using his alcoholism as his travel companion. What a shame. Scared and lost and unwilling to reach for the door.
Greg, you know I wished that more joy could have gotten in too, to prevail over all of that pain.
I will miss you a lot.
Love, Jeff