My first memory of Glenn was when I was about 7 years old and he was tasked with babysitting me at his family house. It was the first time I was allowed to stay up late and in doing so, was able to enjoy his company and watch a movie about fire fighters. That was the first of many great memories made with Glenn ... and his dad. While fishing was always a highlight, the most memorable experience was heading up Tanglefoot Creek with the two of them on motorbikes. After Uncle Grumps realized the bike had gears - he and Glenn took off up the logging road. When I crested the rise, I saw both bikes on their side with their back wheels spinning: Uncle Grumps had dumped the bike and Glenn had jumped off to make sure his dad was ok! All worked out well but the adventure included him cleaning some cuts in the creek then continuing on to the lake where they flagged down a helicopter for a first aid kit.
While I lost touch with Glenn a number of years ago, I was reminded of his good spirit and his impact on my life when reading the obituary. I am sad to read of his passing and wish I had seen him again when I moved back to Calgary. My thoughts are with his brothers, Cathy and all who are affected by the loss.
With loving thoughts.
