Obituary for Gregory Brian Anderson
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Gregory Brian Anderson, ladies’ man, lover of any food he did not cook himself, and notorious sneezer has passed away Monday, December 5th, 2022.
Greg was a man with a good heart. He had a lifelong love affair with bread and butter, a cold glass of milk, and what some may call offensive – eggs covered in ketchup. He enjoyed all activities involving friends, family, and his dogs. His first dog Sasha, particularly loved whopper Wednesdays. This love of whopper Wednesday may have indeed solidified her as his favorite person/animal/thing in the world.
A true sports guy at heart, Greg loved them all. His favorites included hockey, baseball, basketball, and football. Many laughs were had playing and watching games together with friends and family. A self-proclaimed hermit - but truly he just wanted to make sure he could watch the game. The minute he was invited to a house, restaurant, or stadium he was up for the company – as long as the game was on. During his younger years he would play every sport he had the chance to, and boy did he have stories to tell. From grade school soccer games, all the way to the Brandon Baseball League as a young adult. One particular story he loved to tell was the “famous” slap shot in high school – which resulted in a permanent shoulder bruise, and a fake tooth for life. These two unique marks, becoming one of his favorite badges of honor that he proudly displayed while re-telling the story.
The next badge came as the sport participation decreased. Greg wanted to be a police officer from a very young age, even while he was out causing trouble. As he would tell me – not too much trouble...
After a short stint with the Medicine Hat Police Department while finishing up training, Greg was hired at the City of Brandon Police Department. A job he loved for over three decades; while also still looking for ways to have fun and stir the pot. The joy this man experienced from choosing the sneakiest traffic-stop spots, to having heated competitions with other platoon members on who could catch the most law breakers is indescribable. He simply loved to serve and protect – and have fun doing so.
During his life full of shenanigans, contests, sports, and questionable food combinations, Greg was blessed with friends and family who loved his heart of gold. He was also imperfect and loved being so. The frugality we had to deal with sometimes could drive us mad – then in the next breath make us break out in laughter. Because of course we must go for lunch between 12 and 1 pm while the steak sandwich lunch special is on to save $1.50. Anyone who remembers the red glasses circa 1990-2012 will know what I am talking about here.
In short, Saturday December 17th will not be called a funeral. We will meet at 11 am, share stories and a prayer – but it most definitely is not a funeral - because those don’t have coupons or lunchtime deals.
Gregory Brian Anderson, ladies’ man, lover of any food he did not cook himself, and notorious sneezer has passed away Monday, December 5th, 2022.
Greg was a man with a good heart. He had a lifelong love affair with bread and butter, a cold glass of milk, and what some may call offensive – eggs covered in ketchup. He enjoyed all activities involving friends, family, and his dogs. His first dog Sasha, particularly loved whopper Wednesdays. This love of whopper Wednesday may have indeed solidified her as his favorite person/animal/thing in the world.
A true sports guy at heart, Greg loved them all. His favorites included hockey, baseball, basketball, and football. Many laughs were had playing and watching games together with friends and family. A self-proclaimed hermit - but truly he just wanted to make sure he could watch the game. The minute he was invited to a house, restaurant, or stadium he was up for the company – as long as the game was on. During his younger years he would play every sport he had the chance to, and boy did he have stories to tell. From grade school soccer games, all the way to the Brandon Baseball League as a young adult. One particular story he loved to tell was the “famous” slap shot in high school – which resulted in a permanent shoulder bruise, and a fake tooth for life. These two unique marks, becoming one of his favorite badges of honor that he proudly displayed while re-telling the story.
The next badge came as the sport participation decreased. Greg wanted to be a police officer from a very young age, even while he was out causing trouble. As he would tell me – not too much trouble...
After a short stint with the Medicine Hat Police Department while finishing up training, Greg was hired at the City of Brandon Police Department. A job he loved for over three decades; while also still looking for ways to have fun and stir the pot. The joy this man experienced from choosing the sneakiest traffic-stop spots, to having heated competitions with other platoon members on who could catch the most law breakers is indescribable. He simply loved to serve and protect – and have fun doing so.
During his life full of shenanigans, contests, sports, and questionable food combinations, Greg was blessed with friends and family who loved his heart of gold. He was also imperfect and loved being so. The frugality we had to deal with sometimes could drive us mad – then in the next breath make us break out in laughter. Because of course we must go for lunch between 12 and 1 pm while the steak sandwich lunch special is on to save $1.50. Anyone who remembers the red glasses circa 1990-2012 will know what I am talking about here.
In short, Saturday December 17th will not be called a funeral. We will meet at 11 am, share stories and a prayer – but it most definitely is not a funeral - because those don’t have coupons or lunchtime deals.