I had the privilege of not only working with Abby in a professional level in the lab, but knowing her as both Greg and Abby.
She was an amazing worker, an asset to Microbiology as well as the Pathology department. She was a major key person that helped implement Beaker, our new computer system in the laboratory. Whenever anyone had issues with the computer system or specimens, she was a go to person that would help resolve the problems or answer questions. She was very intelligent and well respected. The last time I spoke to her, I asked her if she would train me in Micro if and when we are to cross train in her department. She smiled and said of course.

On personal notes and memories, I enjoyed our conversations of music. We both were in our high school marching bands (not together, as I am much older). I shared my stories of band camp. That's when I discovered that Greg was such a multi-talented musician. He had encouraged me to find my flute and start playing it again. I eventually found it, but it was rusted was in need of a lot of repair. He said to look for a new one. I looked, but never bought a new one. I feel it's time to look again, as I am reminded of how much joy playing a musical instrument gives.

We shared funny conversations about make up. I told her she won't get any real help from her mom. My daughter has the same problem. Both Ruth and I don't wear make up, so Abby and my daughter had to go elsewhere for cosmetic advice. The internet was a good source. I was always so tickled when Ruth would post her painted toenails on social media. The only time my toes were painted, was when my daughter painted them. Mother daughter time was and is so important, and now even more precious.
Abby and I not only had similar tastes in dresses, but a costume one time. One Halloween, we both dress up as poop! Such nerd humor!
I recently bought a new dress I thought Abby would like, in her memory and honor. I will think of her whenever I wear it.

A day doesn't go by that I don't think of Abby. My heart breaks with Ruth, Ron, Chris, her family and friends. I take solace that she is no longer in pain.
She is so missed, but I will always remember her beautiful smile, her funny laugh, being the Micro queen, music, dresses, painted toenails, and poop.
Rest in peace dear Abigail Rose.