Greg Hoit

November 29, 1955 - January 18, 2026

Tonight, I lost a father, mentor, and a friend. Gregory Paul Hoit lived more than most men do before he turned 21. Losing his father at an early age, he took the term memento mori to his heart and was determined to live his life to the fullest.

He chased after anything that had a motor in it. Drag cars, hotrods, motorcycles, or speedboats, there was nothing my old man was afraid to drive. In high school he played football and fell in love with motors and deep- sea fishing. His college days he met a great group of friends in a fraternity. He used to joke that the movie Animal House was based on him and his fraternity.

He eventually took a job as a concrete-mix driver. He told me that he asked a plant foreman every day for a job for a week straight. The foreman gave him a chance and told him to deliver a load, drop it off, and make sure to get the ticket signed. If he did that the job was his. With no knowledge of how to operate his truck, he successfully delivered his load and returned with his ticket. The rest was history. He spent the rest of his life driving or working around concrete. He met his wife in Boulder City after visiting Hoover Dam. He raised five children which mostly turned out okay. Which in turn, gave him at the moment, four grandchildren with one more on its way.

He was not a perfect man by any means. But he was a father and made sure his children had food, shelter, and memories. He made friends everywhere he went and believed in hard work and that a few jokes would fix anything. The last few years of his life he spent fighting off kidney cancer amongst many other medical problems. He fought hard to see another day and to see his family moving forward in life.

Goodbye Oldman

Love your son, Douglas Roger Hoit