Gregory Musgrave

Christopher Gregory Musgrave was a man who was instantly memorable.  Not that he ever went by his first name because he was named after his grandmother; so many who met him, knew him as Greg. This mountain of a man had a magnetic personality, impressive sense of humor, and absolutely amazing sense of wit. He hooked you instantaneously with the way he carried himself. So it is with immense sorrow and heartbreak, that his family announce the passing of this amazing man, on Tuesday, February 20, 2024, at 3:15pm at Royal Victoria Hospital, located in Barrie, Ontario; in his fifty-first year.

Greg was born to Marianne Musgrave and William Musgrave, also affectionately known as Bill, in London, Ontario, on Tuesday April 25, 1972. He is survived by his mother, Marianne, his wife, Vendy, his children, Madison, Carter, Bohdan, and his siblings, Jane, Patty, and Murray. 

Gregory’s formative years were spent exploring Lake Simcoe, which eventually inspired his love of boats and everything that was water-related.His adolescent years were spent causing mayhem and mischief in the town of Sutton, Ontario. 

While attending Sutton District High school, his presence was always marked by a steady stream of black marks from the many tire trials he was known for conducting on the pavement located in the student parking lot. His impressive experimentation on the longevity of the set he managed to work through every week, could have notably made him the president of one of the many tire brands available at the time. There was no one more dedicated to his research than this man. 

He was known to his friends to live life to the fullest, and with reckless abandon on certain occasions, as he was convinced he was invincible and had the luck of a tiny leprechaun sitting on his pot of gold. Unfortunately his epic battle with the metal cleat on his fourteen foot fiberglass boat taught him a lesson to the contrary. His battle scars were well noted on his leg where he received too many stitches to count. 

Later on in his young adult years, he collected memories like he collected his vintage Hot Wheels cars, which he made the mistake of gifting to his middle son Carter too early in his life. Sadly many did not survive the devastation that is a five year old with no appreciation for the classics. Because of his love of life, his closest childhood friends have many stories of their adventures together. One such time including him and his friends living in Lagoon City, Ontario. This such story began with a quick jot across the lake to Orillia, where they consistently patroned the local pool hall to hone their playing abilities while simultaneously wagering libations as their coveted prize for winning a match. Unfortunately, on their trip back across the lake, they made the mistake of not verifying  the level of fuel in their watercraft, and became stranded in the middle of the lake as the motor burned through the last of the gaseous vapors and stalled the engine. There were many missteps made that evening, as it was late, and  the stars were shining, their journey came to an abrupt halt. Resigned to their grievous state of bobbing dead in the water, they hunkered down and prepared to invite the sun’s morning rays that signified rescue from their perilous situation.  To their fortune, another vessel was also making the passage across the tepid waters, and offered their assistance by towing Greg and his friends’ boat back to the docks at Lagoon City.

During this time, Greg was working as security for a production company and was tasked with securing the next site for transport of the set from Toronto to Pineburg. He departed prematurely to  secure the site and upon arrival and the completion of his duties, he fell into a deep slumber. During his rest, the transport team arrived with the tractor trailers hauling the set and proceeded to park said trailers on site, taking care not to wake him. After these trailers were parked in a circle around him, the various drivers made it a point to leave their keys on the seat beside his dozing form. Many hours later, Greg awoke, feeling refreshed, and took notice of his position in the middle of the site like the notable hole in a Tim Horton’s donut. To say he was startled, would be an understatement. 

Truly, there are too many stories to be told; however these stories represent him the way he was seen, as a free spirit and the epitome of all things fun, and funny.

 This was the man that we so sadly lost this past week. A man, who loved spending time with his friends, who was always up for an adventure, a prank, a laugh. He was also known for the love he had for his family. If one were to be asked about who Greg was, the automatic response was that he loved his wife and children immeasurably. His absence is fiercely felt and will be for many years to come. Despite his shocking and tragic loss, he was a dedicated family man and immensely proud of this title. And that is exactly how he would want to be remembered. So rest easy knowing that your family will be protected even in your absence. 

Until we meet again in heaven my love, know you are loved, cherished and missed, by not just your wife and babies, but those you touched in the many years we were blessed to have you here with us. 

Love your wife, and your babies, Madison, Carter, and Bohdan.

If so desired, the family would appreciate any donations be made to https://gofund.me/d1d784d3 for the education of his 3 young children (Maddy 10, Carter 8, Bo 5). Education for his children was something that was important to him. This fundraiser will go towards starting RESPs for his children.