Our mother, Cheryl Aronda Gregg, also known as Peach by everyone. Peach was the youngest of two children born to Karen Gregg and Charlie Lewis in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania on June 14, 1970.

Peach was educated in the Philadelphia school system. She graduated from Morton Mc Michael Elementary School in June of 84' and University City High School in June of 88.

Peach was employed at Villanova College. When her mom became ill Peach became her caregiver until she transitioned. Peach eventually became ill herself and received a phone call from the Lord to come home to reunite with some of her closest loved ones.

Peach departed this life February 5, 2024. She was preceded in death by her sisters Allena Lewis, Sharon Lewis, and Patricia Lewis.

Peach leaves behind her daughters Amber Martin-Gregg and Whitley Jones, brothers Derek Gregg (Foots) and Charles Lewis (Sonny) sisters Charlene Lewis, Daniell Lewis and Deidra Lewis, grandchildren Lyric Kelly,Haden Kelly, Dakota Kelly , Denver Jones, and Dallas Jones, nephews Derek Gregg jr, Jaleel Gregg , Jacquez Jackson, Jahvon Jackson, Khayri Young, and a host of Relatives and Friends, to cherish a lifetime of memories.

In the garden of memories, where sunlight softly treads, stands a tree with branches wide, where kindness always spreads. "Peach." They called her, with a smile as sweet dawn, her love, a gentle echo, in our hearts forever drawn.

With roots as deep as wisdom And leaves that whispered tales, she nurtured every soul, with love that never fails

Two seeds she planted firmly, her children stood so proud, and from them sprang five blossoms, a lively, laughing crowd.

Grandma peach, with hands of grace, wove stories into days, her laughter, a melody that brightened all our ways in her garden love was language, spoken wide and far, each grandchild a testament, to love that they are her legacy, a tapestry of moments sweet and bright, a quilt of shared memories, wrapped in warmth and light. Through her presence is a whisper, in a rustle of leaves, her spirit dances in the wind, in quiet, in the eaves. So here's to peach, a beacon, whose love will be cease, in every heart she touched, her essence find its peace her garden blooms eternal, in colors bold and grand, a legacy of love, in every grain of sand.