Gregory Andre Joshua Nkomo Grant

In Loving Memory of Gregory Grant

There are some souls who bring light wherever they go — Gregory Grant was one of them. His presence was a place of comfort, his laughter contagious, and his love for his family and community unwavering. Though his passing was sudden, his spirit continues to inspire us to give, to love, and to serve others just as he did.

Years ago, Gregory and his beloved wife, Annette, began a simple yet powerful tradition — collecting filled backpacks for children in need. But Gregory always went a step further. He made sure that every child who wanted one had a basketball to play with and a Bible to grow with. These gifts reflected his heart — joy, faith, and hope for the next generation.

In lieu of flowers, we invite you to honor Gregory’s legacy by donating Backpacks, Basketballs, and Bibles 

— symbols of his compassion, generosity, and faith. 

Let us pick up the baton he carried so well and continue the work he started.

Please deliver all donations to:

Floyd A. Williams Funeral Home

490 Columbia Road, Boston, MA 02125

by Wednesday, October 30th.

You are also welcome to bring your gifts of love and legacy to his Celebration of Life.

As we gather to remember and celebrate Gregory, we ask that you wear shades of blue 

— his color of peace, strength, and steadfast love.

Together, let’s continue what Gregory began… one backpack, one basketball, and one Bible at a time.

Continuing the Journey

As we carry Gregory’s legacy forward — one backpack, one basketball, one Bible at a time — may we also carry his spirit of kindness, purpose, and unwavering faith. His path reminds us that the choices we make, and the lives we touch, shape the legacy we leave behind.

In that spirit, we close with the timeless words of Robert Frost, whose reflection reminds us of the beauty in the paths we choose and the courage it takes to walk our own way:

The Road Not Taken

By Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, 

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth; 

Then took the other, as just as fair, 

And having perhaps the better claim, 

Because it was grassy and wanted wear; 

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same, 

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black. 

Oh, I kept the first for another day! 

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back. 

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence: 

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I

—I took the one less traveled by, 

And that has made all the difference.