Gregory Huitt

A Good Dude with a Great Heart

The world lost a gentle soul when Gregory Daniel Huitt, 49, passed away, leaving behind his parents, a son, a godson, two sisters, a family full of nieces and nephews who adored him, and a community of people forever better off for having known him. Greg was many things: an exterior contractor, a meat cutter, a hunter, a fisherman, a hockey player, a softball state champion, a slalom water skier, a grill master, and the first one to show up when you needed him — even if he grumbled a little on the way. He was, above all, a simple and genuine man.

Celebration of Life

A private family viewing will be held on March 2, prior to cremation.

Public Celebration of Life: Saturday, March 7th | 11:00 a.m. – 1:00 p.m.

Location: VFW — Lower Level | Prior Lake, MN | All who loved him are welcome.

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In Lieu of Flowers

The family welcomes monetary contributions in Greg's memory. Every act of generosity — large or small — is received with sincere gratitude.

Make online donations here: https://everloved.com/life-of/gregory-huitt/

Check: Payable to Rebecca Zuehlke / Greg's Memorial Fund

Mail to: 3155 210th Street, Prior Lake, MN 55372

Cash: Gratefully accepted at the Celebration of Life on March 7th or mailed to the address above.

His Life

Gregory Daniel Huitt was born on August 26, 1976, in Denver, Colorado — the firstborn of Debi and Roger Huitt, and his mother's baby boy for life. He grew up loving the outdoors, finding his footing early with a hockey stick in his hands, a fishing rod nearby, and a knack for getting himself into and out of memorable situations. He was also the historically largest baby born in the Denver hospital that year!

Greg graduated from Bloomington Kennedy High School in 1995 — a year made more memorable by the fact that he personally escorted a troublemaker to the principal's office mid-brawl and was rewarded with free prom tickets. That was Greg: he never looked for credit, but justice had a way of finding him anyway. He came up surrounded by a tight crew — Too Short, Dino, JC, and Scottie 2 Hottie — the kind of high school brotherhood that doesn't dissolve when life pulls people in different directions. Decades later, they were still close. The Ullom family held an especially dear place in Greg's heart, becoming a second family to him in every sense of the word. His visits with Barb Ullom were something he genuinely cherished — she was a constant warmth in his life.

He was wed to his high school sweetheart, Jen Dennig, in 2000 and had their son-Dylan Huitt, who was born in July of 2001. Although Greg and Jen's life went different directions. Greg was a constant in Dylan's life. Raising him to appreciate the outdoors, play sports-especially hockey, and spend time up north. Dylan was Greg's pride and joy and always had something fun to share and boast about him.

Greg was honored to be Aiden Ullom's godfather, when he was born In 2012 and followed his activities-especially hockey well.

Greg spent the majority of his working life in construction — siding and installing windows in houses across the region — before taking on a new role at Lunds & Byerly's in Prior Lake as a meat cutter, stocker, and produce grocer. He loved his regulars, remembered their names, their orders, and genuinely enjoyed the daily rhythm of being useful and bringing home coworkers stories. A hard worker from the start, Greg was one of the first among his peers to purchase his own home. In his final years, he made Prior Lake home, living with his sister- Becky's family, where he became an anchor of daily life for her children.

He is survived by his son, Dylan Gregory Huitt (born July 18, 2001); his godson, Aiden Alan Ullom (2-13-2012), his loving parents, Roger and Debra Huitt of Windom, MN; his sisters, Megan Benson of South St. Paul and Rebecca (Becky) Zuehlke of Prior Lake (Mrs. Nicholas Zuehlke); his nephew Camron Benson (Katelyn Patnode) and their son Rev Benson, Greg's beloved grand-nephew; his nieces Callie Cubic (Benson) and Gavin Cubic, Marisa Zuehlke, and Isla Zuehlke; his nephew Brockton Zuehlke; his former wife Jen Longhenry; and Ryan Longhenry, who was part of his extended family. Gregory was preceded in death by his maternal grandparents, Les and Evelyn Kirkman; his paternal grandparents, Lois Huitt and John Mark Huitt; paternal great-grandmother Alice Petrie; and his biological paternal grandmother, Arlene Boutz.

Who He Was

Greg was a teddy bear — big, warm, and impossible not to love. He had a deep, rolling chuckle that filled a room, an infectious smile that made strangers feel like old friends, and a storyteller's gift for spinning even the most ordinary moments into something worth retelling.

Greg didn't need much: a good meal on the grill, a line in the water, a hunting trip up north, a country music soundtrack, and the people he loved nearby. He was a devoted Ely, Minnesota man — Ely held a special place in his heart, even when his truck didn't hold the road (he got stuck in Orr more times than anyone is willing to officially count).

He was deeply, proudly American — without pretense, without performance, and with complete sincerity. He enjoyed talking his opinion of politics, with a rustic edge.

His sister Megan had a gift for finding him the latest TikTok gadget — a headlamp, a grill tool, something wonderfully unnecessary — and Greg had a gift for genuinely loving every single one of them. He would proudly share his new gadgets around the house with a huge smile on his face!

The Stories People Tell

Greg — KG to many — had a rare gift: wherever he went, he could strike up a conversation, make a friend, and somehow end up exactly where the good story was happening. Friends still laugh about the summer their softball team pushed through seven grueling games in 100-degree heat at the state tournament — and won. Greg was right in the middle of it, exactly where he belonged.

Then there's the classic from when he was 16 or 17 — after a day at Valleyfair, Greg casually walked out of a liquor store carrying two cases of beer, looked at everyone with complete calm, and simply said, "Open the trunk." Bold, confident, and somehow always convincing.

At John's bachelor party at Breezy Point, when the crew looked around the bar and realized KG had disappeared, they found him out on the beach — sharing beers and conversation with a group of complete strangers (a political group) like they'd been friends for years. That was Greg: approachable, curious, and completely at home with anyone.

Some of Greg's most treasured memories were made on deer hunting trips up north — cold mornings in the woods, good conversations around the fire, and hours of talking smart and laughing loud. Those trips weren't just about the hunt. They were about the brotherhood, the stories, and the kind of easy companionship that only comes from decades of real friendship.

How He Showed Up

Greg was the guy you called when you had a flat tire, a dead battery, or a fight you didn't start. He had a lifelong best friend in Matt Ullom— and every time they got into a fight, KG finished it. He was like a good brother to so many-Mandy, Emily, Tanya etc...

In his years living with the Zuehlke family, Greg became irreplaceable in the lives of Marisa, Brockton, and Isla. He drove them to practices and tournaments, cooked for them — his honey BBQ chicken wings and Prego spaghetti were household staples — and passed on what he loved most: respect for the outdoors, gun safety, fishing patience, and the joy of a well-placed deep chuckle. He followed their sports on Facebook, which is frankly the only reason he got social media in the first place.

Greg played a special role in the lives of Camron Benson and Callie Cubic as well. Teaching them, feeding, them, and showing them the way to an honest and simple way of life. He always let the kids take the first shot when hunting, even when it meant walking away empty-handed. He always shared updates of roads trips and hockey tournaments with the neighbor, who genuinely enjoyed his conversations.

In his later years, Greg worked hard to get his health back — and when he found his footing, he made the most of it, spending time traveling and embracing life with renewed energy. His health presented challenges again in his final stretch, but his spirit never wavered. He faced it the way he faced everything: without complaint, without drama, and with the people he loved close by.

He was so proud of Dylan. So proud of his sisters. Enjoyed sharing updates about his godson, Aiden. So proud of every single kid who called him Uncle. If you were lucky enough to get one of Greg's hugs — a full, tight, no-hesitation squeeze — you know exactly what kind of man he was. Everyone who knew him was better for it.

Rest Easy, Uncle

Greg didn't need fanfare. He just needed to know the people he loved were okay — fed, safe, and laughing. He spent his whole life making sure of it. The least we can do is carry that forward: show up for each other, give the good hugs, let the kids take the first shot, and every now and then, make a pot of Prego spaghetti and think of him.

He was a good dude. A great heart. And everyone — — was better off for knowing him.

August 26, 1976 – February 25, 2026