Obituary of Benjamin William Grant

Benjamin William Grant III, 73, of Deep River, CT., passed on November 26, 2017 at St. Vincent's Hospital in Bridgeport, CT. surrounded by his family. Ben led a full life of many accomplishments. He was a veteran of the United States Navy and was a descendant from a family that has served in every major military action in this country's history since the Revolutionary War. He was a graduate of C.W. Post University, LI, NY. He graduated from one of Merrill Lynch's first classes of Commodity Brokers and moved on to work with Thompson McKinnon as a Commodity Analyst, where at times he was consulted by news sources for his perspective on the market. After some private sector work in Bermuda and the Cayman Islands, he returned to the United States and continued in the field of commodities in Chicago. After deciding to leave the financial field, he moved to Connecticut and used his entrepreneurial skills to explore other business ventures and satisfy his ever present thirst for knowledge and new experiences. Ben's love and devotion to Linda, his wife of 32 years, only added to his passion for many things. He excelled at anything he found of interest, including fishing, boating, tennis, scuba diving & skiing. He was an avid reader who was well informed on many diverse, random subjects. Ben was happiest when meeting new people and loved to exchange experiences and information with them. Ben lived life to the fullest, was fearless, and full of life and good humor. Ben is survived by his loving wife Linda K. Grant, his daughters, Melissa Grant Hatlee (David Hatlee) and Jocelyn Grant, his brother, Robert W. Grant (Barbara Grant), his sister, Melanie E. Grant Bonanza (Jan Richard Bonanza) and many nieces and nephews. He was the son of Elsie Mary Johnson Grant and Benjamin William Grant, Jr., of East Norwich, NY, both deceased. This poem "Invictus", written by William E. Henley in 1876, was a favorite of Ben's, and reflects his strength throughout his battle with cancer. Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever Gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced or cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance, My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears, Looms but the horror of the shade. And yet the menace of the years, Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how straight the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the Master of my fate; I am the Captain of my soul.