You left so many missing you, Greg.  We miss your music, your sense of humor, your brilliant mind, your generosity and kindness.  Love you always, Joyce and Mike

I worked with Greg at PGi and always enjoyed talking to him in the break room or if I ran into him at King Soopers. He was intelligent, thoughtful, gentle and funny. I chatted him often trying to recruit for overtime  - most  of the time I could twist his arm, but if he had to turn me down he was always did it with kindness & regret! I was so saddened to hear of his death. To his mom & dad, sister and friends I offer heartfelt condolences and prayers for comfort & healing.  May Greg’s soul rest is in peace. 

I met you through my sister and you were a really cool guy. I then got a job a PGi where I got to work in the same department and later, work on the same team with you.  We did not share many words, but everyone seemed to get along great with you. You seemed really outgoing and friendly with your work, and once in awhile you would ask me questions about work when you made the switch to my team. I was extremely saddened and heartbroken to learn of your passing. I  pray for your soul and your family. I am glad to have met you even though it was a little brief.   

Greg,

I can remember all the way back to Sabin. Playing in the jazz band and percussion ensemble. Not to mention the 3 piece band we had with Daniel Jenkins. We were too young to recognize it, but those experiences were the foundation of our friendship. 

I’m privileged to be able to say we were friends. Every time we were together it was filled with laughter and fun.

I’ll never forget that time your dad took us to that Pink Floyd cover band at World Arena. I don’t remember much about the actual concert, but will never forget driving back and forcing your dad to get us Del Taco before we went home.  Or that time a couple of friends canceled and just you and I saw the Avett Brothers at Red Rocks. It didn't matter that it was just the two of us, we had a blast anyways.

We stayed close in high school but going to different colleges allowed us to lose touch from time to time. However when we would get back together we picked up right where we left off.  Super Bowl 50 was an especially fun weekend and memory for me. 

Your love of music will always live with me. You were the first friend I had who loved Led Zeppelin, AC/DC, Floyd, etc. as much as me. Then Kenny started forcing us into Sublime and Jack Johnson (which are OK too). 

It is this musical connection that will always keep you in my mind and heart. 

Love you and miss you, Greg.

Till next time,
Joe.


Greg,

You’re one of my best and oldest friends. It’s more difficult to come up with memories from the good ol’ days that didn’t involve you, and all the best times were made better by your presence. You’ll always be one of the funniest people I’ve ever met, and your truly unique sense of humor has gotten me laughing harder than just about anyone else has managed. From spraying Dan and Zach in the back of the head with Oust in Zach’s minivan freshman year, to the moo-gician in Mexico, to our recent banter via phone since I moved away, my sense of humor has been largely influenced by yours and I’m grateful for that. “Fergie, that’s jeans,” “Jesus Eugene,” and “Zach wear small sweats” are quotes of yours that come to mind that I’m sure our other day 1’s can appreciate.  You’re one of few true friends I had and someone I know I could always count on. You were there for me through some of my hardest days, like when I lost my dad. You were quick to forgive when we butted heads or you had to take care of me when I had a few too many. You made any situation fun and interesting, and your one-of-a-kind ideas and views made all our conversations captivating. Your excellent taste in music turned me on to countless artists I still listen to today. You impacted my life in too many positive ways to list. It’s true that you can’t make new old friends, and my life will forever be blessed that you were on this short list. Until we meet again, rest easy. I love you buddy. 

I love and miss you so much. You were one of my very best friends, and a part of my family. We got about 15 years together, and we really did make the most of it. From high school through college, and onto being real “grown-ups”, you were there for me. Colorado, Kansas, New Orleans, Mexico and probably a few others, we did it all. 
So many memories come to mind, and I’ve been going through them all and just can’t stop laughing. I’ll always remember our trip to Mexico and being lucky enough to room with you and Kyle (dayman!). Each and every moment of that trip I remember laughing to tears. Especially the first night, where we might have gone to hard because we woke up on the chairs on the beach! You woke up and let out a little scream, because you had never had woken up looking straight at the sky! We tried to get back to our room for some rest but ran into the rest of the group and just decided to start our day like nothing had happened. That lead into Jumanji Jaws, and getting our Lebronze James on while we had some Paul Beers and Chee Chee Sabathias.
Doing anything competitive with you whether it be basketball, football, baseball, poker, ultimate frisbee, drinking games, it was always just too much fun. You always had something to say, always chirping, even when things weren’t going our way, and you could always brighten the situation.
You were one of the smartest people I knew, and I loved listening to you rant about anything. Being friends with you made me a better person. No matter what, you made me happy, and you pushed me to be smarter, try harder, and think outside of the box. I can’t thank you enough for all that you’ve done for me, and I’ll always appreciate our time together.
Love, Tyler


Oh Greg, I am holding the good time memories uppermost in my mind.  You were such a bright light.  I think of you like a firework that flames brightly and fades too quickly.  You touched so many lives with happiness and fun times.  We all loved your quick wit and humor.  Your kindness, generosity, compassion, friendliness, and intellect will be missed.


Greg, oh man, the last time I caught you at that nuggets game was such a great time. Every time we ran in to each other it felt like no time had ever passed. I’ll miss your consistent juggernaut fantasy team, your great and timely humor, and most of all just your goofy ass laugh. Once in college we were hanging out and my parents came up. My parents and I got in some silly fight and you gave me some advice I still cherish to this today. When people love you it shouldn’t ever be taken for granted and you helped me appreciate that. I’ll miss you man, thank you for always being authentic.

I have so many wonderful memories that spread from Sedona to Montana and as I’ve sat and relived our lives together this past week I think my absolute favorite are all the mornings we spent today. Ruca and I laid up in bed while you and Chimmy, the early birds, have already had a full morning of scenic car rides to the grocery store while you talked to your mom for an hour. You two get home and you come in the bedroom to ask if I want tacos for breakfast for the third time this week. Of course I want tacos Greg!! I make fun of you for being such a mommas boy while you won’t let me help in the kitchen. We spend the rest of morning planning another trip while Ruca begs to go to the park and Chimmy begs for food. What a life! 

You were the most beautiful, selfless, funniest, stylish, most infuriating person I’ve ever met and I loved every second we spent together! I even still hear your voice when I’m trying to pick the right shoes for my outfit, my hero! 

You are and will always be my greatest love, best friend, and Chimmys papa!  I miss you every second of every day, but I find peace in knowing you’re not hurting anymore. Til we meet again Greg-a-roni ♥️

Greg and I have a long history together. Since kindergarten, we always managed to find ourselves enrolled in the same extra curricular activities: Battle of the Books, Penrose Sensations, Gifted and Talented, Mock Trial. We got to be peers in advanced level classes often and I remember always growing and challenging each others thoughts. Our little sisters grew up side by side. In college we studied the same thing and got to be classmates and study partners again. Into adulthood we reconnected and stayed close. We went to Denver for concerts and Air Force football games with my parents. We would walk our dogs together downtown and cruise the Manitou streets at night. Greg, I will treasure your laugh, your hugs, your friendship, and 25 years of knowing you in a very protected place in my heart. I have a special kinda love for you my old friend. 

It’s hard to single out one memory of Greg given just how much he was a part of my highschool and college experience. I guess two that stick out more than the others were Halloween Freshman year and the most unprepared camping trip I’ve ever been on in my life. 
Hands down we had the best group costumes of ALL TIME going as The channel 5 News team. What really made it special was how all of us agreed to stay in character all night. Of course, no one could’ve lived up to the playing the part of Ron Burgundy better than Greg did.  His sense of humor and sheer commitment to a joke still stand out from that night.
Then there’s the camping trip with Greg, Kenny and Keane. Put together I’m pretty sure we brought $50 to spend on a weekend long trip (although we did have beers for days).   We had no reliable way to cook food, no light (except for a gamboy), and no business being out there, but spending time with Greg and the guys made that weekend the best camping trip I’ve ever been on to this day.  That trip started 4 years worth of southern accents that became a staple of our friend group for college.  The image of Greg trying to climb a tree only to fall into the river will forever be one of the hardest times I’ve ever laughed. 

There were definitely ups and downs, but looking back the ups FAR outshine everything else. 

Love,

Mikey 


I have a lot of amazing memories with Greg in our highschool and early college years, every single one involves so much laughter and always music. He took me to my first concert in Denver, G-Love of course, and even helped me convince G-Love himself to give me some free swag... Even if it was underwear. One night he decided he should Tokyo drift his Subie in the rain taking me home. And well that ended up causing quite the scene in my neighborhood when we may or may not have had a slight accident, but we were all okay and it gave us good laughs for years to come. I will always think of Greg anytime I hear Sublime or G-Love or play Kings Cup. Greg was such an amazing friend to me and never showed me anything but kindness and what a true friendship was. You will always hold a special place in my heart and I hope you get to rock all the cool shoes at the endless shows you get to see up there. Miss you.

Greg, I started every text/phone call the same way, so I gotta do it one more time:
Hey cousin!  Thinkin' about ya! 
The Celtics are out, so Go Nets, right?
I just wanted to say thank you- thank you for being you. Thank you for your friendship. Thank you for your wit- I already miss our banter!  Thank you for your heart. Thank you for our adventures in music. Thank you for your love of the game. Thank you for your seemingly endless knowledge. Thank you for our deep conversations and our stupid jokes. Thanks for inspiring me. Thanks for challenging me. Thanks for being a feminist! Thanks for being a "funcle" to Zoë & Parker.  
Thank you for being you, Greg. I know your beautiful soul is at ease. I love you!
Kt :)


One of my favorite memories of Greg was at New West Fest in Fort Collins, CO circa 2010. The roughly 10 of us that made up our pseudo-fraternity, spent Friday night walking the streets and soaking in the music, the vendors and the vibes, but the really special thing about that weekend was that Steve was coming up to join us for a free G. Love show on Saturday night. I remember Greg’s exceeding excitement that his Papo was coming to see a show with him, and his elation infused each of us with a sense of well-being and family. This was the first time I remember Steve coming to hang out with us as near-peers instead of as the boss man, and Greg and I were nervous that one or all of us would make fools of ourselves and ruin Steve’s trip. Alas, our concerns were completely misplaced; the night was absolutely perfect. I can still see Greg and Steve standing next to one another in the crowd, swaying with the tunes and donning ear to ear smiles. It went so well that Steve even came back to visit us a couple more times over the years. Greg and his dad have shared a love for music for as long as I can remember. In fact, I can’t think of a time over at the Adams’ house when there wasn’t some obscure folk band playing on the radio in the garage while Steve worked on one project or another. Greg held his father in extremely high regard, respected him unceasingly, and loved him endlessly. To see the two of them enjoy a live show from one of their favorite artists was to see the indescribable bonds of affection between a father and a son manifest themselves. It was truly special and I am lucky to have witnessed it. 

I remember Greg from kindergarten through high school. Our daughter Hillary was in his kindergarten class and they continued to share some classes through their senior year at DHS. Greg was a bright spot in my day as a parent volunteer and substitute teacher at Penrose Elementary.  I tested him for spelling words every week in third grade.  So bright, so happy.  Greg, may you find joy in your eternal journey. Sending love to the Adams family.

It started with an overnight ski trip to the mountains in college.   We slept at a friend of a friends that night and Greg was crushing hard on this girl and I was just along for the ride. We shred the gnar gnar pow pow the next day and start our journey home. It’s nukin flakes, and when I say nukin I mean it’s NUKING FLAKES. So much so me and Greg decide to hit the road early because he’s got that old Subi we had to put all our faith in.Now mind you Greg was white knuckled during our what now is a four hour drive home and we’re jammin to tunes, talking about life, if we had a million dollars, is Kenny crazy or is it just another phase (Kenny had a lot of phases), and whatever big dreamers can dream about.  There’s never a dull moment talking to Greg because he was very good at keeping conversation. One of things I’m going to miss the most I think. Anyway, there’s probably 7 inches of snow on the road and we’re steady cruisin down this hill. Everything is Gucci, and Greg is driving nice and easy. Then BAM we hit this patch of ice and literally turn horizontal and the only thing in our sights is a hard left turn tighter than a nascar track and a guard rail that looks as thin as a toothpick. During this  moment we’re staring at this guard rail as it gets closer and closer, no signs of the subi saving us and we say nothing. Not a word. Slowly Greg pulls it off and somehow we straighten out and park on the shoulder. Five minutes of silence go by and I look at Greg and he looks back at me and we just start busting up laughing. Replaying the moment over and over again he tells me I can’t believe we had nothing to say to each other. I told him I was just waiting to say thank you and didn’t want to jinx us. We laughed another two hours home. 6 hours total in that car and it is something I will never ever forget. 

Greg really knew how to bring light to every situation and for that Greg, I love you buddy. Rest easy my guy.

 Love, CG

I didn’t know Greg for very long but I adored him in that short time and I miss so very much. He made me laugh often and hard. I’ll forever refer to a corner store as a bodega. Rest Easy Greggo. xo

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Gregory Thomas Johnson Adams

November 24, 1989 – May 29, 2021

Mountain View Funeral & Cremation

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