| The continuing years of the Discovery Series storyline as the family gets ready for a big event. The family storyteller gathers up some photos and shares a perspective on the past. (including a "photo album" scrapbook) GSR/Yo!Bling/Etc. *Rated PG for Most Everyone. |
| LIKE IT WAS YESTERDAY |
| Greg & Kirsten |
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| Leaving Las Vegas was quite possibly the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. Way harder than it was to go away to college, and even more than going to Vegas in the first place. I was comfortable in Vegas. Too comfortable. Everything was as it always would be there, and there was nothing I could do to change that. From Grissom, to Catherine, to Warrick, to…whoever came down the line; things in CSI were always going to be the same. It was Sara who convinced me to take the chance in L.A. Sara was always my biggest fan, and she was also the person who knew me better than anyone else. She knew I was stagnating in Vegas. So, when Stephanie’s friend at the L.A. County Coroner’s office told her about the public liaison officer job, Sara was the first to suggest me for the job. Sara knew I always had a fascination with the worlds of glitz and glamour, be it the Vegas elite or Hollywood, and she knew what an opportunity it was for me. As the public liaison officer, I would be in direct contact with the movers and shakers, because part of the job involved acting as a professional consultant to the production studios. The job was everything I hoped it would be, and so much more. After three years with the L.A. County Coroner’s Office, I walked away with a two movie script deal, the pilot of a new cop show, and the prettiest criminalistics professor in the world as my wife. Kirsten came into my life at just the right time. I’d been in L.A. for not quite a year, and I was beginning to think the whole place was plastic and shallow. But then this amazing woman showed up looking to set up a tour for one of her classes at UCLA. I have no idea how I managed to set up the tour, but it was on the schedule for the following week when we were done. From the moment she walked into my office that day, she’s been taking my breath away. She inspires me every day with her love, not just for me, but for life. She’s got this way of looking at things that makes it impossible to ever be cynical or brooding. Kirsten truly is the light of my life. Don’t get me wrong, she is absolutely beautiful and I count myself seriously lucky to have captured the heart of such a stunning woman. But it’s not just the outside that’s breathtaking. She’s got this astounding inner beauty that totally outshines the rest. Kirsten can smile and I swear the whole room gets warm, even if you don’t see her right off, you can feel the warmth of her smile. And I thank whatever god there might be, because our kids have it, too. Six. I have six kids. Can you believe that? Me? With six kids? It’s incredible, really. I was an only child, and so was Kirsten. To imagine either of us with six kids is just mind blowing, but we didn’t want our kids to feel as alone as we did. Trust me, with six kids there is no such thing as alone. In fact, I sometimes wonder how in the heck we even managed to find the time to get the last three. Kirsten and I are both from Norwegian families, and we decided to give our kids the same traditional names we had, but also ones that were easily Americanized. We both knew too well the cruelty of the schoolyard. So Nikolai, Birget, Erica, Marit, Karita and Greggers came into our lives, and nothing has ever been the same. Now I work as a professional consultant for the television and film industry, in between writing pulp crime novels and watching my kids growing up. Most of my writing was and is done at home, enabling me to be a stay-at-home Dad. You wouldn’t think that was something I ever wanted when I was younger, but I am grateful every day that it’s how my life turned out. I taught my kids all the same things my grandparents taught me, and I was there for every single milestone in their lives. From their first tooth and first words, to learning fractions and learning to drive, I was there. And now the milestones are even bigger, like being there when my first grandchild came into the world. But I know, without a doubt, if it wasn’t for my life in Las Vegas, none of this would have been possible. My life, my wife, my kids and heaven help me, the long line of grandchildren sure to sprout up soon; I owe them all to the time I spent in Vegas, and the people who have become an integral part of my extended family. They are my teachers, my mentors, my friends, my family; each and every one of them. |