GRANT MARTIN

Grant Martin had a way of looking at you that made the world fall quiet. In his presence, time seemed to slow. Grant never rushed through life or through people. He gave his attention with intention, made every moment feel sacred, and treated everyone as if they were the only living soul that mattered. His love was not subtle. It was full-hearted, unguarded, and true, even when it wasn’t returned, even when the world gave him every reason to stop.

There was something wild and beautiful about the way he existed. Grant lived with a kind of emotional bravery that most people spend their whole lives trying to understand. His heart was vast and unfiltered. He wore it openly, with all its scars and softness, never afraid to feel too much or care too deeply. He gave everything he had, not because it was expected, but because it was who he was.

Those who knew him will never forget the warmth of his laugh, the strength of his loyalty, or the gentleness that sat just beneath his fierce spirit. Even in his silence, there was comfort. Even in his storms, there was light.

If you remember anything of him, let it be this:

“I loved even when it was foolish. I cared even when it was unwanted. When my body is gone, remember my heart.”

He would want to be remembered for that heart. A huge, aching, beautiful heart that held room for everyone, even when it hurt. Grant didn’t just pass through this world. He changed it, person by person, moment by moment.

And for those left behind, the ache is deep. If only one more thing could be said, it would be this:

“I wish I could have gone with you.”

But you’re still here, Grant. In the spaces between memories. In the silence between heartbeats. In the love you left behind.

You are missed beyond words.
You are remembered in full color.
You are loved. Still, and always.