Memories of Grant Robert Meyers

In memory of

Grant Robert Meyers

Brooksville, Florida

October 23, 1942 - July 3, 2021

Oct 23, 1942 - Jul 3, 2021

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Lorraine Salome

Thinking of Grant and all who loved him today. ❤️‍🩹

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Lon Hettinger

It is hard to believe that Grant the Great has been gone for three years. He may be gone, but he will never be forgotten. I will always remember his sense of humor and the days of dining and wine drinking. A very special thanks, to Reanie for putting up with us.

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Lindsey Goolsby

I’ll never forget the time when Dustin and I were invited to their small resort-home in St. Cloud. We were able to get to know Grant and Reanie on a personal level instead of just business. Grant was a fantastic cook, the best grilled fish I’ve ever had. They both have a passion for good wine and happy dogs. The collection of art and furniture showed an appreciation for the finer things in life. We weren’t able to visit the new homestead in Brooksville, but the oasis in St. Cloud felt like a home of fun and hard working partnership. Thanks to Grant’s years on the road and relationship building Target Sales continues to be a successful business today. His legacy will live on for years and years through his family and his business. Rest in Peace Grant.

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LEE SOTO

Sorry to hear this news! I worked with Grant on projects thru Gemaire.

He was always a professional and tried his hardest to close the deal.

RIP My Friend!

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UNITED REFRIGERATION

FROM THE CREW AT UNITED REFRIGERATION SARASOTA, FLORIDA. YOU WILL BE MISSED. R.I.P.

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Kelly Kurz

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Kathy Griffin Thomsen

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Fun times on the NYE Yacht Party from River Reach Fun times on the NYE Yacht Party from River Reach Fun times on the NYE Yacht Party from River Reach

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Fun times on the NYE Yacht Party from River Reach Fun times on the NYE Yacht Party from River Reach Fun times on the NYE Yacht Party from River Reach

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Reanie Hill

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Holiday Party at River Reach Holiday Party at River Reach Holiday Party at River Reach

Fred Wagner

Our relationship is best remembered as 2 city boys working on the farm in Claysville.
Shorts and no shirts stacking hay. Arguing and going to separate fields for a while.
Only one of 100 memories. So glad we were able to spend time with Grant and Reanie last January. He is greatly missed.

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Wendy Cox

Dear Reanie, Herb and I are not able to be with you and Grant’s family and friends for what will be a noteworthy celebration of his remarkable and full life. We will “cheers” with a good red wine to Grant abs you on this special day! Rest well Grant…

Herb and Wendy Ressing

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Jorge Alvarez

I truly wish I could be there for the funeral. My heart pours love to the whole family. I will always love you Grant and never forget you. You live on in my life. Till we meet again.

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Melanie Goodes

I think we figured it out!

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Margaret Campbell

Sorry to miss Grant's memorial. Will and I will be thinking of you all on this special day honoring Grant's life. God bless!

Regards,
Maggie Campbell

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Matt Coonan

2007, Castel Gandolfo, Metropolitan City of Rome, Italy

Daphne and Grantpa at Gretchen and Matt’s wedding

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Matt Coonan

2007, Castel Gandolfo, Metropolitan City of Rome, Italy

Gretchen and Matt’s wedding (notice Grantpa beaming at Alice, and Alice looking back!)

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Matt Coonan

2009, 437 State Street, Lancaster, PA, USA

Daphne and Grant on Christmas morning

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Matt Coonan

2017, Lancaster, PA, USA

The solar eclipse

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Matt Coonan

Like so many, I miss Grant. It’s not often that in-laws are mentioned in obituaries. Which is somewhat ironic, as anyone who’s ever been an in-law can appreciate that we might bear a special or unique claim to the phrase “survived by.”

I mean, if ever there were a person who deserved the phrase “survived by” with Grant, I may be that guy.

I’m only slightly kidding.

There is a story where one time, I was about to do something considerably ill-advised, and fraught with risk (Grant told me flat out, it was stupid). Anyway, Gretchen called up Grant, and Grant talked me out of it. Gretchen was quite shocked that Grant would even do such a thing, to which Grant gave that signature Grant reply of comic gruff, and tough love-

“Gretchen, if I wanted to kill Matty, I would do it with my own bare hands.”

That’s Grant. Humor, wit, and no bull shit.

Grant and I were as different as differences can be. And yet he always accepted me. And there were certainly days where I may have pushed his limits. But he was always there.

He was always there when we needed to call “the turkey hotline” (as he dubbed it) and ask Grant a question about grilling or smoking a turkey, brisket, ribs, anything.

He was always there, making the two day drive across the country for Christmas in either his camouflage or bright red long sleeved shirt, ready to help fix a project at the house or pretend to be under cover Santa Clause to any kid in the grocery store.

And he was always there when things were tough for our family. In fact, Grant called and checked up on me at the lowest of low points, when our family had separated for 6 months from a traumatic time.

He just knew how to check up on people. He would call and check up on you at your lowest of low points, knowing you would want to call him later when you finally had your highs.

My wife wrote so beautifully about Grant’s ability to be that powerful presence, that awesome silence. She just nailed it.

When I think of Grant, I think about the picture of Daphne I posted, and the comfort she took from him just being there.

You can’t see Grant’s face, but you can see the effect of his presence on Daphne’s face. You can see how she finds strength, just from him being there.

He wasn’t literally tall, but man, was he a giant in so many of our worlds.

After the first weeks of his passing, I wrote a poem for a class on mountains. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was suddenly writing about what Grant meant to me. It baffled me that I was writing a poem about mountains, and it suddenly was about Grant, an ocean guy, and deep sea diver through and through. But it just opened up, and suddenly I found Grant.

Here’s the part of the poem that sums up Grant to me-

“This is what it means to be
Like a rock
Steadfast, proud, majestic,
There

To be this still, yet moving
This quiet, but roaring
Omnipresent,
Omnipotent,
With the almost omniscient
Knowledge of nature,
Since bedrock

Perhaps this is what we seek
In mentors-
The ability to just be there

Not too involved, or smothering
But objective, removed, solid,
Silently inspiring

It’s hard to be parents sometimes,
So closely involved

Maybe it’s better
To be the quiet giant
Calling in softer tones,
Silently inspiring
With a calm presence
While holding the blue beauty
Of all the vaulted, endless sky
On your back, Atlas
With a weary still standing spine

Just so those who come to see you
Can climb, ascend, and reach
For the sublime

And share the point of view you’ve
Fought so hard to have
Across eons of time”

This to me will always be Grant.

May we all never forget Grant’s presence, and honor it by being present, calm, comic, and even gruff for others.

Humor, wit, no bull shit.

But above all, just there.

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Louis Duncan

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Gretchen Meyers

Today is one month since my dad passed away. All I can think about is silence. It seems strange that someone who was so loud and boisterous and the life of the party lives in mind today as silent.

My daughter Daphne once said, “Grantpa is the best at just sitting with you in silence.” And as I collect my memories that is how I see him: sitting next to me in the driver’s seat of his truck, driving, the console between us piled high with business cards, packets of crackers and his “book”-a leather agenda, worn and bulging with addresses and ideas. I’m in the passenger seat, rambling on about worries, plans, accomplishments, fears. And he’s sitting next to me, listening but saying nothing, his eyes on the road, silent. My active mind grapples with new topics, new solutions to the problems, new angles for the worries, anything to fill the silence. But eventually the silence takes over; my mind calms; I look out at the road ahead. I feel the quiet and the comfort of him just being there with me.

I have always been overly anxious, a “worrier,” the living embodiment of my dad’s “busy brain.” So much so that when I was in college and then graduate school I would get so worked up before leaving for a study abroad trip or a summer archaeological dig that I would be an unbearable mess of nervous energy the day of the flight. My dad always drove me to the airport. He was the only one who really could. Those drives and their inevitable silences were a needed part of my send-off. As Dad’s silences quieted my mind, they spoke volumes. They told me that I would be OK. They told me that being brave is hard, but taking risks leads to life’s best adventures. They told me that he loved me and that he was proud of me. I always got out of the truck at the airport stronger and prepared to step into whatever was ahead. I took a deep breath, grabbed my suitcase, hugged him and said goodbye.

The last time I sat with my dad in silence was at his bedside on June 29. On that day he couldn’t talk, but I could tell he wanted to. I just looked into his sharp, expressive blue eyes and kept saying “I know, It’s OK, I know.” He didn’t need to say anything. A lifetime of silences filled with words lives inside me.

As I complete this first month without him, and the silence of his absence is deafening, I find myself thinking about those drives. I listen for the words I can’t hear. I feel sad and scared, but I also remember to be strong. I take a deep breath and I say goodbye.

I will forever hear you in my silences, Dad. I love you.

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Reanie Hill

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Teresa & Wayne Durando

I met grant in 1986. I was one of Reanie's besties, loud, boisterous, and about a foot taller than Grant...needless to say, we didn't hit if off! Over the years Wayne and I spent a lot of time with Reanie and Grant and we all just grew on each other. We laughed, drank a lot of red wine, and ate a lot of good food. Grant was definitely a good cook and he even let me work alongside him in the kitchen, which was somewhat of a rarity. The mold is broken and he will be missed.

My heart aches for Reanie, Gretchen, Kristen, and their families, and hopefully your stories and memories will heal your hearts and keep you smiling for years.

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Gretchen Meyers

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Mike Plathe

I first met Grant in 2002. I respected him from day 1. He was a friend and a business partner.
He will be missed but never forgotten. God Bless you Grant.
Mike & Kathy Plathe

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Jenna Martin

Sending so much love to the Scott family. Grant--I can only imagine what a funny, smart, and loving father you were. You raised two incredibly smart women-have three bright grandchildren, and loving family. Here's to a life well lived and well loved. May your memory be a blessing and your legacy continue shine.

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