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Remembering Greg
With profound sadness, the family announces the passing of Gregory "Greg" A. Baun, known throughout his life by an assortment of nicknames that only close friends could explain, among them "Bauner," “Bauno”, "G1," "Chubb," "Boom" and "Casper." Greg passed away peacefully in Kingston, Ontario, on July 18, 2026, at the age of 67, surrounded by his wife, Glenda, his children, Kyle, Jessica and Lauren, and their partners.
Greg was born and raised in Toronto, Ontario, the son of Bobby Baun, a beloved figure in Canadian hockey history, and Sallie Baun. He was predeceased by his father and his grand-dog, Willa, and is survived by his wife and lifelong partner, Glenda; his children, Kyle (Chelsea), Jessica (Georgian) and Lauren (Mitch); his granddaughter, Lennon; his grand-dog, Wilbur; his siblings, Jeff (Wanda), Brian (Claudia), Michelle (Keith), and Patty; and his mother, Sallie.
Greg's transient early childhood was a product of the itinerant professional hockey life, following his father's career to a few unexpected corners of North America before the family settled back home in Toronto for good. It was there that he became an eager farmhand and grew into a savvy, curious, and hard-working young man - the sort of person people simply gravitated toward, funny and completely unbothered by pretense.
He attended St. Andrew's College, where he excelled on the ice and the field, graduating in 1979. Classmates from those years remember him less for any particular accolade than for his warmth, spirit, generosity and – in Greg’s words – epic pranks. Greg was described by members of the St. Andrew’s community as the kind of guy who'd greet anyone, athlete or not, with a grin and an easy "how ya doin'?" That instinct for making people feel seen never left him.
Greg enrolled at Queen's University immediately after SAC, joining the Gael’s football program as an authoritative running back, but after a few semesters took a leave of absence to head west with his brother. He eventually returned to Queen's, resumed his studies and his place on the varsity football roster, and graduated in 1987 with a degree in Physical Education. On the football field, he earned a reputation as a tough and relentless running back, a reputation illustrated by a standout 1984 season that saw him named a conference Athlete of the Week and etched his name among the most efficient rushers in program history.
After graduating, Greg’s fearless optimism took him to Faro, Yukon, where he spent two years leading operations at the community’s recreational facility. When he returned home, he took over managing one of his father's Tim Hortons locations, which at the time was the top-performing store in the country. It was during this time that he met Glenda, the beginning of the partnership that would define the rest of his life.
Greg's path into business began, fittingly, on a squash court. A casual game at the local Pickering community center introduced him to the founder of a small local company, and in 1994 he bought in as a 50/50 partner. What followed was more than thirty years at the helm of what became one of the leading liquid de-icing and dust-control distribution businesses in Eastern Canada and the Northeastern United States. Under his leadership, the company grew from a modest local operation into a major regional network, and Greg earned a reputation across the industry as a hands-on, relationship-driven leader who never lost the plain-spoken warmth he'd carried since his St. Andrew’s days.
He was an outspoken champion of more environmentally responsible approaches to winter road maintenance, and he cared as much about the people inside his company as the product moving through it, a philosophy that colleagues and partners alike often remarked upon over the years. Glenda worked alongside him throughout, a true partner in the business as much as in life, and in recent years Greg welcomed new ownership partners into the company to help guide its next chapter, eventually stepping back from day-to-day leadership after nearly three decades of building something he was deeply proud of.
Whatever the demands of running a growing business, Greg never let them get in the way of being a present, hands-on father. He coached his children through years of hockey and track and field, among other sports, always shooting pucks in the driveway, playing baseball in the backyard and showing up for early practices and late games no matter how tired he was. He was equally generous to his community, quietly supporting the local high school football program for years with donated equipment and gear, and giving back to institutions that had shaped his own life and his family's, including his alma mater and a certain hospital program close to his heart.
Whether it was running the kids around or just an ordinary weekend, Greg had a simple rule he lived by: you can really only commit to and really excel at two things in life, and for him those two things were always family and work.
Greg was never one to sit still. He and Glenda honeymooned at Charleston Lake, a place he'd first come to love during his childhood years, and the lake remained a touchstone throughout his life. He brought his own young family there in the early years of his kids' childhoods, and, decades later, he and Glenda finally built a family cottage there, a place he came to cherish alongside his long-standing love for Kingston and the Thousand Islands region. He kept two boats at the ready and spent as much time as he could on the water, boating, fishing, paddleboarding and kayaking around the lake.
Fishing was as close to a calling as Greg had outside of family and work. He chased salmon and halibut on lodge trips in Northern British Columbia and Alaska, lake trout in the Northwest Territories on Great Bear Lake, and for many years, made an annual pilgrimage to the Caughnawana Fishing and Hunting Club he treasured in Northern Quebec. Fittingly, his very last trip, just days before he passed, was a week on Great Bear Lake with close friends. He enjoyed cycling for most of his adult life and picked up pickleball more recently, throwing himself into it with the same relentless competitiveness that had defined him on the football field decades earlier.
Despite a genuine fear of heights, Greg loved being outdoors and had a particular talent for leading unsuspecting friends and family on hikes that turned out to be considerably more adventurous than advertised. The Scarborough Bluffs were his home turf and served as a proving ground for many of his victims. He was endlessly curious about the natural world, loved spending long afternoons manicuring his gardens, and was always ready with a camera when wildlife, especially birds and deer, crossed his path.
He traveled widely over the years, with trips spanning Europe, the United States, the Middle East, the Caribbean, and the far reaches of Canada's north to the brisk shores of Newfoundland, never relinquishing the thirst for adventure he developed in his younger years. Closer to home, he remained a loyal, long-suffering fan of Toronto's sports teams, and he could just as happily be found watching golf or tennis as football and hockey.
If there is one thread running through every memory shared about Greg, it is his laugh. He was warm, funny, and endlessly game for a good prank, the kind of person who made gatherings better just by being there. He had a soft spot for bright, loud shirts, a genuine passion for cooking and grilling for the people he loved, and an unshakable habit of "borrowing" his kids' dogs whenever he got the chance, having always kept dogs of his own while his children were growing up.
Friends and colleagues alike describe him as generous with his time, steadfast in his encouragement and selfless in his willingness to connect with people simply because he thought they'd get along. He was, in the truest sense, a people person: unhurried in conversation, quick to laugh, and utterly unconcerned with status or pretense. That was Greg — larger than life, and impossible not to love.
Greg lived fully, on his own terms, right to the end. A celebration of his life will be held this September. In lieu of flowers, the family kindly asks that donations be made in Greg's memory to the Neurosciences and the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) at Kingston General Hospital through the University Hospitals Kingston Foundation (UHKF) or to a charity of your own choice (details below).
Greg Through the Years
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forth as they arranged to stay at our cottage while renovating at
Charleston Lake. When we first met, Ed had just bought an F150 and
Greg a RAM, and Greg said: “What are you doing with that lady Ford?”
Followed very quickly by commenting on what he called “the girlie
driveway gates”. And so it began, the friendly banter back and forth
like the two old guys in The Muppets. Ed misses that very much.
Funnily enough, two weeks later Ed received a text: “Do you have any
jumper cables?
We became good friends very quickly. It is a true honour, although for
far too short a time, to have known Greg. As so many friends have
written, he was generous and kind, his laugh infectious. He always
made you feel genuinely welcome.
We enjoyed watching the transformation of the cottage on Charleston
over many visits. During the early stages, one night we sat in lawn
chairs eating off our laps. Greg BBQed sausages and hot dogs; we drank
wine, talked, and laughed. A simple evening, but one of the best.
Last September, the four of us did what we call “the epic boat trip”.
We call it epic because of all we experienced. We took both our boats,
from Rockport to Kingston, stopping at a small island for a picnic,
before proceeding on to Kingston. We ate at Chez Piggy, and in the
morning, we had breakfast at one of Greg’s favourite haunts. From
there we headed out onto Lake Ontario to Big Sandy Bay where we
anchored the boats and hiked the beach. From there we went to Main
Duck Island for a picnic lunch on the boats, then off to Waupoos for
fuel, then on to Picton for the night. Here we had dinner with family
of Greg & Glenda, and stayed at a small hotel on the water. Over
breakfast in the morning Greg commented that we perhaps should have
gotten up and left earlier. Later as the boats were pitching up and
down in heavy seas, as we watched the water come over the bows and run
down between us, we wished we had. We made it home to Rockport. Ed
cannot thank Greg enough for the boating lessons he taught and the
confidence he gave.
On that epic boat trip, Greg and Glenda spoke often of their children.
As we hiked that little island on day one, they shared a lot and
shared memories of how years earlier they had hiked that same little
island with their kids pointing out spots where photos were taken or
something funny happened. They were truly proud parents.
Earlier this year we had decided to renovate our kitchen. Before we
started, Greg and Glenda were over and as we sat with a drink at the
kitchen island, Greg said “you know, you can probably drop the flat
ceiling and expose the vault”. Realising the work that would entail,
Ed did not know whether he loved Greg at the moment or disliked him.
We followed Greg’s suggestion, and it turned out to be fabulous. Now,
every time we look at that ceiling we are reminded of Greg.
Greg & Glenda were gracious hosts. Every time we visited the cottage,
they were like a well-oiled team. Watching them work together was a
sight to behold. The seamlessness of how they worked together was
impressive. They teased each other for sure, but it was a joy to watch
them and marvel at the love they shared.
Our deepest condolences. We miss our good friend Greg, and we sign off
as Greg often did… “Ha!”







Our deepest condolences go out to Glenda and the family as they mourn this tremendous loss.
It was a privilege to know him.
Our sincere condolences to you and your family.🙏🙏
My very last text to Chubb was “ let’s build a business school at St. Andrews, not for the best and brightest but us, the dim and dumber”. Greg leaves a massive footprint a wonderful man .I’m heart broken . Never forget you, you are now with twinkles .
I am so glad to have known Greg. He excelled at having fun. He was quick to smile and laugh and made everyone's life around him better. Although he worried about all of you he was deeply proud of you and knew that all of you will get on well in the world. He was so happy when Lennon Mae was born and to know the next generation had begun. I was very fortunate to have shared the recent trip to Great Bear Lake with him and some great friends, and a trip to Tofino last summer for a visit with Lauren and Mitch before heading to Eagle Point Lodge for fishing and to celebrate his 65th birthday. It makes me laugh to think about him doing back flips off the dock in Tofino and the crazy antics at dinners. I think about him often and will always remember him with a smile on my face. He was a spectacular friend.
Steve
We are saddened that our chance to really get to know Greg was cut short, we just knew this was going to be a friendship that was going to keep growing. I am going to miss his text updates, but am really going to miss him yelling “Hi Janet” with a big smile and a big wave across the water from his dock to ours, or through the trees when we were on land. We are going to miss the friendship that was just starting.
Rest in Peace, Greg.
Heart felt condolences to Glenda and the rest of Greg’s family and his friends and people who knew him and loved him and were touched as quickly as we were by Greg’s infectious personality.
Janet and Frank (and our goofball)
Bill and Sue Cathers
Words fail me when I think of the countless hilarious moments we shared over the years, both professionaly and personally.
A warm hearted man with a heart of gold is gone.
I wish you Glenda, your childeren, family and friends much strength and courage in coping with this immense loss.
I remember my parents asking me what Lauren's mom and dad were like. I told them, "I can't explain it, you just need to meet them for yourselves." I did, however, make sure to rub it in my dad's face that Lauren's dad can dock a massive boat without everyone having to sit down in complete silence. That always impressed me. Greg never let stress or the little things, get in the way of having a good time.
It's hard for me to pick just one memory because every story I have with Greg makes me smile. From our countless red wine nights in the kitchen to dressing up as Santa at Christmas and absolutely terrifying all the kids, his number one goal was always making sure the people he loved were happy, healthy, and having one hell of a good time.
Greg made life so much fun.
The Baun house was the cool house, the one I always wanted to be at. It was loud, busy, and always had amazing food, and Greg was always at the center of it all. Every visit felt like an adventure, and I found myself saying "yes" to whatever plan the family had dreamed up next. I don't take a single one of those moments for granted, and I wouldn't change them for the world...
Well... I take that back. I could have done without the invitations to "climb the hills."
Thank you, Greg, for filling so many lives with laughter, adventure, and unforgettable memories. You will be deeply missed, but never forgotten.
— Megan
His leadership was never defined by authority, titles, or influence. It was defined by kindness, empathy, and an unwavering ability to make people feel that they mattered.
He never waited for a special occasion to show he cared. from time to time, he called simply to wish us well. During times of war in Middle East and uncertainty, he called with questions that mattered far more than business:
"Are you safe? Is your family safe? Is there anything I can do to help?"
Those were not routine gestures. They were expressions of character.
Today, we mourn the loss of an exceptional leader.
More importantly, we mourn the loss of an exceptional human being.
Rest in peace, Greg.
My heartfelt condolences to his wife, his Family, and everyone who had the privilege of knowing him.
I don’t know what was greater - Greg’s kindness or his energy. Years ago, when my mom expressed frustration about the trees blocking her view of the lake from the cottage, Greg kicked into high gear and had her view back by the end of the weekend.
My boys reminded me of a visit from Glenda and Greg a few summers ago. Greg arrived with a Spikeball set under his arm and was eager, as always, for some friendly competition. After several rounds of Spikeball, he taught the boys how to do backflips off the diving board. That was Greg - keen to connect and keen for fun.
I’ve always admired that, despite their busy lives, Glenda and Greg would frequently host large gatherings with endless amounts of food where every single person was made to feel welcome. And somehow, they made it all look so easy.
The world has lost a great man far too soon, but I have no doubt that Greg’s legacy of love, laughter, generosity, hard work, resilience and adventure will live on through Glenda, Kyle, Jess and Lauren and the rest of the family.
With love and deepest condolences to all of you.
I will never forget the day you took Gerri and me for a hike on your bluffs in mid-February, with a freezing wind and temperatures of minus 18°C. Of course, you insisted on bringing a bottle of champagne and proper glasses. On one of the icy slopes, Gerri lost his footing and took both of us down. No one was hurt, apart from one unfortunate champagne glass. That certainly didn’t stop us from enjoying the breathtaking nature so close to your home.
Your drive and optimism led to remarkable achievements. You built one hell of a company. Even in the hardest of times, you always found a way forward. That was one of your most admirable qualities.
We will miss you, Greg.
My heartfelt condolences to Glenda and your beloved children. Wishing you all strength and comfort in the days ahead.


Sending all my love
More than that toughness and grit as our fullback i will always remember how fun it was to be around Greg for his quick chuckle and ease of laughter. He was a great person and teammate and I will remember him with great affection. My sincere sympathies to his many close friends such as Dakes, Joey, and Kynie…and his dear family.
Greg was one of the very first friends I made after moving to Canada, and I’ll always be grateful for that. One of my favourite memories is going to my first Blue Jays game with him at Rogers Centre. He had such a positive attitude, was always smiling, and had a way of making people feel welcome.
That’s exactly how I’ll always remember him - with a smile and bringing positivity to those around him.
Rest in peace, my friend. You will be greatly missed.

Greg and I shared a love of dogs and when I bought my first puppy, an English Mastiff, Greg came with me to pick him up and held the puppy in his lap for the long drive home. I’ll never forget that he hired a scuba diver to film his lab who would dive into the deep end of the pool and retrieve things from the bottom. After a party at Greg and Glenda’s one summer night in the 1990s, Greg convinced me that it would be a good idea to go swimming at the Scarborough Bluffs. We hiked out to the edge of a cliff and as I went over the edge and bounced my way to the bottom, I could hear Greg laughing for the entire descent until I hit the beach. True to character, after he enjoyed the moment, he found a path and hiked down with his dog to lead me back to the top. For me, that story captures so much about Greg. A couple of months before he died Theresa and I visited Greg and Glenda at their cottage and Greg had arranged for our son, who’s interested in becoming a pilot, to have a tour of the Kingston flight school. He was always happy to do a friend a favour. In our last text exchange Greg was sending photos from Great Bear Lake, and we were discussing him coming to Nova Scotia to fish together. That trip will never happen, but Greg squeezed as much out of life as anyone I’ve known. I can’t imagine how difficult this is for Glenda and family, but I hope they can take some comfort in the fact that Greg was such a wonderful person who meant so much to so many.



‘Bauner’ and I share a few glorious years with the Gaels and enjoyed our fair share of victories, fertilizer for a friendship that jump-started each time we found ourselves together. True to form, out last visit was filled to the brim with laughter, smiles, compliments, and witty jibes. God Bless you Greg … you will be missed.







We played football at Queens together and the bond was established. It has lasted many years.
So many great memories and a life taken much too quickly.
But, his life should inspire all of us. No half measures - you’re in or you’re out.

Nobody did it more often, nobody did it better.
Towards his Family, Friends and Myself.
I met this Historical Family based on Hard working, Family first then Hockey Bloodlines in 2008.
Kyle was playing for the Toronto Titans Midget AAA GTHL Team whom I was the Trainer.
Greg was very interactive with Us as Team Officials.
He made us laugh, cared for and fully supported.
This did not get unnoticed by any means believe me.
I personally developed a Bond with Greg, Glenda and their Son Kyle which has lasted ongoing until today's date.
Greg was passionate first and foremost for his family.
Over the previous years of my relationship with Greg and his family,.
He made me feel included, respected at his home with his Wife and Children on many occasions.
Whether showing me his new rebuild of his current home in Toronto.
Showing me his estate, wine collection and envied his electrical room too.
I would visit both Greg and Glenda at their business location in Pickering to drop in and say hello on various occasions.
I was always welcomed, offered a cup of coffee or just catch up on our lives.
Greg also provided me as a donation many Icemelt bags for my residence over many years which im truly grateful for.
Greg was always in good spirits, funny and enjoyable to be in his presence.
He was a Great at the BBQ and made the best breakfast hands down at his temporary home locally while awaiting his new home build.
Also to add, when my Father passed away years ago, I went to see Greg at his Business office.
There, I shared my news and broke down in tears.
Greg Consoled me to express my loss which was very appreciated so the family knows.
I will never forget that day in his Office.
On a Positive note.
When his Son Kyle Won the AHL Calder Cup for the Toronto Marlies he included me for the Celebration with his Family and friends.
I was Honored to be part of that Baun Celebration
In Closing to the Baun Family.
I send my outmost sincere regrets for you loss.
Always Greg, Glenda, Kyle, Lauren, Jessica.
Thank you from my Heart for making me feel home away home.
Yours Truly Pouch

Thank you, Greg, for the conversations about business, hockey, and life. You were always so generous with your time, and you had a way of making people feel cared for, valued, and welcome. You were loving, genuine, and deeply kind, an inspiration in how to live fully, give freely, and enjoy the people around you.
I will always remember the BBQs at your house, the pickleball challenges, the neighbourhood get-togethers, and all the simple moments that made being neighbours feel like so much more than living beside one another.
One of many memories that will always stay with me is the driveway brick. We ended up using the same brick as you, based on your recommendation, and now every time I pull into our driveway or pass by yours, I am reminded of the interlocking connections we shared as neighbours, friends, and families.
My last memory of you is one I will hold onto forever, the two of us joking about the size of your catch from Great Bear Lake just moments before you left us. I find comfort in knowing that our final moment together was shared with a smile and a laugh.
Our hearts go out to Glenda, Kyle, Jessica, Lauren, and the entire Baun family. Greg will be deeply missed, but the love he gave, the memories he created, and the connections he built will never be forgotten.
With love and heartfelt sympathy,
The Peetsma Family
His sense of humor, funny gags, and communications skills, were only outdone by his determined work ethic, and tireless goals to succeed. Whether at work, or a game of pickle ball, he was all consumed with being the winner and seizing the day!
Much love to you Glenda, Kyle, Jess, and Lauren, and our deepest condolences for your loss.
Dave
Greg was full of light, laughter, and kindness which reflected in his beautiful family. His wife Glenda and their kids have always been warm, kind and genuine people. It is easy to see where they got those qualities from. My heart goes out to all of them. Greg was such a humble and beautiful soul. I always enjoyed our conversations, especially when he'd share photos and videos of his adventures or the amazing wildlife in this back yard. His enthusiasm was contagious.
What stood out most was how deeply he cared about people. Even after he retired, he never stopped checking in. Every year he would send me a personal birthday email, and when I went through my surgeries, he reached out to see how I was doing. Those thoughtful gestures meant so much and showed his genuine compassion.
I'll always be grateful to have known Greg. He touched so many lives through his kindness, generosity, and caring heart. He will be deeply missed, but never forgotten.
Rest peacefully, Greg. Thank you for the memories and for making such a lasting impact on all of us.
I met Greg and his brothers and sisters thru his Parents
We were included in many Baun family get together
And Greg always greeted us with a warm smile and a good laugh
Yes he wore colorful shirts but don’t forget the wild shorts lol
Gone but will never be forgotten
Sending warm hugs
Roy and Sue
🙏
I had the privilege of working for him for ten years, and I will always remember him as a truly kind, generous, and funny man. He had a remarkable way of making people feel valued, and his leadership inspired those who had the pleasure of working alongside him. He wasn’t just a great boss, he was a genuinely wonderful person whose kindness left a lasting impression.
Glenda, Kyle, Jessica and Lauren; please accept my heartfelt condolences. My thoughts and prayers are with your family during this difficult time. May the many wonderful memories you shared bring you comfort and peace in the days ahead.
I’ll always think of him when I set off on South Boulder peak. I remember him commenting several times, “Wow that sky is blue!” He had such an appreciation for the little things and was genuinely upbeat and enjoyable to be around.
We had our young kids with us and ended up having to turn around, but of course Greg and Glenda continued on. I’m really glad I got to spend that day with him.
Thinking of all of you during this difficult time. Greg will definitely be missed.
Greg radiated joy. I will never forget his hilarious, long-winded speech at Kyle and Chelsea’s wedding or his absolutely legendary performance on the dance floor that night. Those are the kinds of memories that stay with you and make you smile.
Greg’s love for life, his warmth, and his kindness will live on through his family and friends. I feel lucky to have known him and to have experienced even a small part of the joy he brought to the people around him.
Celebration of Life
In Greg's Honor
To make a gift in Greg's memory, please visit www.uhkf.ca/inmemory and follow these steps:
- Choose your gift amount and select One-Time.
- Under Fund Allocation, select Other Funds (please specify) and type in Neurosciences/ICU.
- Under Dedicated To, enter Greg Baun, then select eCard as the card type, and enter Glenda Baun as the Card Recipient and
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