Anthony Ricardo Greenidge, Sr. was born on April 14, 1964 in London, England to proud parents Rawle and Marlene Greenidge. Anthony affectionately called "Tony", was well-known by many for his dynamic smile which illuminated any room he entered.

Anthony's family is wide and varied, spanning a couple of continents. Throughout his life he brought friends into his family and cared equally and deeply for all. As a child he always had a toy car in his hand, and he took that car wherever he went. This love for cars continued into his youth in New York when he renovated an old Ford Capri. He was rightly proud of that car as it was repaired to a high specification, and this was the pattern he followed in his work and life.

Anthony was a true friend, always willing to lend a hand, a listening ear, and share advice and remarks on his areas of expertise. Loxford High School on Ilford Lane saw many strong friendships formed and from an early age, "Tony G", as he was known, "was playing our leader". It's fair to say that he got into some scrapes, but always knew how to smile and charm his way out of them. His leadership, that mischievous smile and the drive for perfection will be abiding memories and a pretty sound legacy for his children and his family of friends.

Anthony and his family migrated to America and this is where he met and married his wife of 31 years, Tanya Greenidge, on February 15, 1987.

Anthony was renowned for being career oriented, taking pride in his profession as Project Executive. Within his vast experience over the years, Anthony's professional expertise was instrumental in projects such as Memorial Sloan Kettering, Harlem Hospital's New Patient Pavilion, and many more. Anthony loved his career, but he loved his family most.

Anthony's family will miss him dearly and are grateful for his life and the many lives he touched. The time has come for Anthony to take his eternal rest and join his Heavenly Father. Anthony's loved ones and friends will continue to cherish the memory of his warm smile, charismatic persona, and infectious charm, knowing that he is at peace and has taken up his angel wings.


Afterglow
I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one.
I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done.
I'd like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways,
of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days.
I'd like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun;
of happy memories that I leave when life is done.

-Helen Marshall