Gregory L Wrightsman

Greg Wrightsman was born on January 27, 1954 to Homer Wrightsman and Sophie (Baker) Wrightsman. He was the youngest of 4 siblings, Eugene Wrightsman, Hershel Allen, James Wrightsman and Mona (Wrightsman) Horsley. He was born in Indiana and moved to Colorado with his mom when he was five years old.

Greg grew up in Commerce City, where he found long lasting friendships that led to a colorful life and helped shape him into who he was. After a stint in the Army, he became a founding member of a short lived motorcycle club named, “Born to raise Hell”.

He married Trudy Koeritz and had 2 children, Greg Jr (Bub) Wrightsman and a daughter Shannon Wrightsman. Later, he married Tammy (Holst) Wrightsman and had 2 more daughters, Sophie Wrightsman and Chantey (Wrightsman) Quinteros. By the time Greg left us he also had 11 grandchildren, Tanesha, Natasha, Kendra, Scooter, Kimmy, Jaden, Aariah, Jayson, Donaven, Haylee and Cataleya, along with 7 great grandchildren, Zariyah, Zaeleeann, Zendayah, Julian, Amelia, Ezira and Julian Jr.

He has gone to join his parents, his son Bub, and other friends, most recently his good friend Steve.

Greg liked to say he was a jack of all trades and a master of none! While his love was core drilling, when he had to retire from that, he went on to become a salesman, appliance repair, cable and security installation and handy man for hire. He was good at everything he tried. Once he was no longer able to work, he volunteered with the City of Arvada parks as a ranger, spending many hours patrolling the trails and helping at the reservoir. He considered it to be his own!

He loved to drink beer, smoke cigars, cheer for the Broncos and ride Harleys. He enjoyed his Saturday night poker parties, listening to Country and Motown music, and hanging out with family and friends. He loved the outdoors and could always be found camping, fishing, archery and rifle hunting. Greg was always the life of the party, dancing and telling his jokes and stories of things that happened in the past or the day before, it didn’t matter. He was rude, crude and socially unacceptable!

Greg was the type of person who made friends everywhere he went and being around him lifted your spirits. He could have a conversation with anyone, and usually did. He tried to play the tough guy but he would help anyone and if he couldn’t do it himself, he would find someone that could. His friendships were numerous, lifelong and valued. He made sure his friends knew how important they were, too.

To explain Greg to anyone is impossible. Greg was an experience- and anyone that only hears about him or is too young to remember him, will never understand the experience.