Hoyt Hilton Grant (May 27, 1919 - August 9, 2006)
Hoyt Hilton Grant
We regret to announce the passing of Hoyt Hilton Grant, on August 9, 2006 in Sacramento, CA at the
age of 87. Hoyt was a member of Affirmation: Gay and Lesbian Mormons for about 25 years.
Hoyt was involved in Pen Pal and Chapter-at-Large programs of Affirmation
for many years. Hoyt served as Pen Pal coordinator for nine years,
from December 1984 to January 1994—the longest any Affirmation member
has served, perhaps with the exception of Paul Mortensen, in a national
position. During the 1993 national conference, Grant was deservedly
honored for his many years of service to the organization.
Hoyt was a high priest, still active in
church. Hoyt had a marvelous life, and love for both the church and Affirmation.
His journal entries speak of his friendships that he made in Affirmation
and through the Pen Pal Program.
His obit read:
An angel while on earth, he has been called home to serve in Heaven. Hoyt
was an artist and a musician. He was born in Sumpter, SC and spent his adult
life in Stockton and Sacramento, CA. He graduated from BYU with a degree in
music. Hoyt always volunteered his time and the little bit of money he had to
Affirmation and support of animals. He loved dogs and cats and often donated
to the Humane society. Hoyt was a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of
Latter-day Saints. Hoyt leaves no family, but many friend, and many fond
memories of his gentle spirit and southern hospitality. In memory of Hoyt we
would ask that you make a donation to your local Humane Society or to Affirmation.
Hoyt was a talented poet and some of his poems appeared in the early 1980s in
Affinity, the newsletter of Affirmation: Gay & Lesbian Mormons.
In the November, 1982 issue of Affinity, Hoyt published the
Immortal Soul, Sing!
Mortal years are fragments of eternity.
Time momentarily withers them.
They turn dust.
Unknown, immortal Soul, sing!
To be, life must.
The longest winter ends in spring.
Life — death —
There is no answer,
The question's unknown.
By infinite jest
We pass less afraid and more bravely,
And add to the mystery!
I will call the name, God,
Think for certain Heaven's there.
No soul is sad,
None gives room to fear.