Constance "Connie" Holbrook

Constance “Connie” Lynn (Gregg) Holbrook age 75 of Pocatello, Idaho passed away peacefully from an unexpected illness on Tuesday, September 29, 2026. She was in the Pocatello Portneuf Medical Center for two weeks prior to her passing. She endured a lot during that time with grace and strength.

She was born on January 4, 1951, in Cut Bank, Glacier County, Montana to Gene and Gennie (Lonkey) Gregg. Connie was a devoted wife, mother, sister, grandmother, great grandmother and a friend to others during her life. She was loving and kind but yet spunky, sassy, and had a funny sense of humor. Her cute laugh would fill a room. She loved Larry and her family with all her heart and always knew what was happening in their life’s. They were her whole world. She was the heart of their family.

Connie and Larry were a match made in Heaven. They had a relationship that was full of spice and vinegar but in all the best ways. They both loved each other deeply. Connie and Larry have the sweetest dog who they call Buddy. He has been their camping buddy for several years. They named him just right for what they both loved to do. They were their own special family. Connie’s family says she loved chocolate, candy, and root beer floats.

Connie graduated from Pocatello High School in 1969. She worked several different jobs during her life to help support her family. Larry and Connie had property in Chesterfield, Idaho where they built a cabin and had spent many hours of hard labor making it what they wanted it to be. They spent many springs, summers, and falls camping and four-wheeling there. They were always so generous inviting family to come join them in their piece of heaven. Connie loved being there and would scout out the deer and elk with her binoculars. She was always searching for them and tried really hard to get a head count. They both loved it when family would come up to camp and spend time with them.

Connie is survived by her husband Larry Holbrook; daughters Toni (Mike) Tolman, DesiRae (Jeremy) Hencley; grandchildren Amanda (Kyle) Chatterton; Terra (Jordan) Jay; great grandchildren Kobie, Jordan, Addy, Christopher, Caleb, Austin, Ava; sisters Linda, Cherie, Michelle and brother Robbie.

Growing up we moved a lot as a young family with our parents just trying to find their place in the world. We lived in and around Cut Bank, Kevin and Shelby, Montana around 1949 to 1956. Connie was just a toddler during that time. They were very small prairie towns where the wind was always blowing. Our dad grew up in Cut Bank. Cut Bank is most famous for being recorded as the coldest city in the United States during severe Arctic weather. It is about 50 miles from the Canadian border. It holds a special place in our hearts.

Connie and her sisters Linda and Cherie were born in Cut Bank as well. Later Connie's sister Michele was born in Shelby, Montana with brother Robbie being born in American Falls, Idaho. Sometime around 1955 to 1959 we moved to Idaho. Once in Idaho we lived in Boise, American Falls and Pocatello. Pocatello is where Connie had spent most of her life. Once we settled in Idaho for summer vacations, we would take family trips through Yellowstone National Park to see the bears. At one time we traveled through Glacier National Park in Montana. Whenever possible we would travel back to Cut Bank to visit our dad’s parents or we would visit mom’s parents who lived in Boise. Mother grew up in Boise.

Most of Connie’s summers were spent playing outside with her siblings or with the neighbor kids. We would have fun catching grasshoppers and daddy long legs. We weren’t nice to them because we would end up pulling their legs off. The poor things suffered. Sometimes on hot summer nights we would gather up our sleeping bags and sleep out in the backyard. We thought it was fun but we were scared to death and did it anyway. Connie loved riding bikes. We would make homemade ice cream in the summer which she loved. That was a special treat for us kids. Connie and us kids loved playing outdoor games like Tetherball, Red Rover, No Bears are Out Tonight, Simon says, Hop Scotch, and Kick Ball. On weekends our favorite things to do in the house on Saturday mornings was to watch cartoons and play outside. Sundays it was our ritual to watch Walt Disney movies. Connie loved going trick or treating. We always came back home loaded with candy. That was a big deal for us kids. Connie loved to listen to music either from a radio or to play records on our record player. Sometimes going to movie matinees at the Chief Theater or to the drive-in movies was high on our priority list. It wasn’t often but we treasured the times we did get to go. Oh, I almost forgot to mention that in the summer we would raid the neighbors garden when the vegetables were ripe enough to eat. We only would do that once a summer for fear of getting caught the second time. Time moved on and we became adults with our own families. Then every year for the longest time we would all gather to spend Christmas Eve with our dear mother. She was a widow for about thirty years. She died at the age of sixty-nine. That was the dearest thing to our mother’s heart was to spend time with her family. Connie and our mother were so much alike in many ways. That’s beautiful. Those are definitely treasured memories. Because our dad died at the early age of 43 our children and grandchildren never got to know him.

So, there are no perfect words to capture the loss of our dear sweet Connie in all her rolls in this life. Growing up she was my first friend. My lifelong sister companion and someone who knew me in ways no one else ever could. From our childhood and adult adventures to our talks to our whole life's, she was woven into every chapter of my life and into so many others. Even when life got busy, the bond we shared never faded. We didn’t need constant contact to feel close. In my heart she was always there and will be forever. Saying goodbye to her feels impossible. But I will hold on to the warmth she brought, the laughter she shared, and the love she gave so freely. Her legacy lives on in the family she was blessed with in her life here on Earth. Her story is forever a part of all our lives. Love to you all, dear family.

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