My Special Friend
He pulled a chair to the center of the room.
He wasn’t going to miss a chord of their music.
Didn’t matter that everyone else there was sitting around
tables. . .
He was his own person and would sit where he enjoyed the
music the best.
I liked that in him!
Brunch, coffee hour, potlucks, meetings
He was always there. . .
I asked him to be on our Residents Committee. . .
Just a slight hesitation before he said YES!
That was a blessing we would all come to realize.
Perhaps he preferred our cooking to his. . .
But when he brought in the lemon meringue pie
He was a big hit . . . the pie didn’t last long.
I got to know him better.
His knack for talking to people
Made him the perfect coordinator
For scheduling guest speakers at our Resident meetings:
The police officer who taught us about safety for seniors. . .
The artist that shared his love of geometric art with us . . . and
introduced us to First Friday Art Walks. . .
The coordinator for activities at Marshall Center sharing
activities we all could enjoy . . .
The lady from the Lupetke Center sharing opportunities for
seniors and kidding him about being “quite the ladies man”
when he went to dances there. . .
I saw that he was a hard worker that enjoyed people.
The things he shared with me and others:
The love he had for his family . . .
The Last Friday Art Walks each month. . .
The great outdoors riding his bike. . .
The NAMI walk in Portland. . .
Our Burnt Bridge Creek trail adventure . . .
I saw how he now “lived” life.
His friends could count on him.
He had many buddies he knew from meetings elsewhere.
He visited the elderly and shut ins from his church.
He went to bat for others in the building that asked for his
He shared his love of life with others.
I saw that others were an important part of his life.
I can’t remember exactly
Could it have been just a scarce year since
I met him . . . Glenn with TWO n’s!?!
It wasn’t long enough that I got to enjoy being with my new
I didn’t want him “to go” so soon. . .
I guess God wanted him not to suffer any longer.
Glenn died a week ago in his sleep. . . Yesterday, July 1st was his Memorial Service in Fairview, Oregon -- a place where he grew up -- and a luncheon was held following at Blue Lake Country Club.
The church was filled with his family and friends. Now, I live in an apartment building with 150 families that are all seniors. Only a handful still drove so Glenn's sons arranged for those of us that wanted to come to be picked up in a chartered bus! They said that their father would want us to be there.
Our apartment building was where I met Glenn. We worked together on the Residents Council but we also shared a love of the outdoors -- he on his bike and me hiking -- and a love for the arts. Our first "date" was to go see 6 art places in downtown Vancouver on a First Friday Art Walk. It was an experience that I shared with him each month ever since. The exhibits were always different. It was marvelous to get to see the different art work and there was always refreshments -- all free! The Sunday following his death was an especially difficult day for me because we had made plans to go see a play together at Slocum House, a theater in a historical house at our downtown park. I didn't go -- I couldn't -- without him.
Glenn had been a doctor in his younger days. He served in the Army before he began his practice. When he was diagnosed as Bi-polar, he had to retire from his medical practice/first love and unfortunately, it caused him to abuse alcohol which caused his divorce. He became a member of AA and was so faithful attending meetings and staying dry. Another friend, Henry, here at our apartment building knew him for 7 years from those meetings. He spoke during the eulogy for Glenn. The memories and the highs and lows of Glenn's life were recalled and it was a beautiful service.
The time I got to spend with each of his sons was a special time to remember in my heart. We have decided to meet again next May and do the NAMI walk in memory of their father. ( It is the National Alliance for Mental Illness. Bi-polar belongs in that category.)
Sometimes I wonder why God allows friends to become close and then takes them away so soon but maybe this is another way of God showing us to care for others. Glenn isn't suffering any more and I will always have a special place for him in my heart.
I want to thank my regular blog visitors for their understanding. You each have a special place in my heart also even tho most I have never met and might never get that opportunity. Thanks for "being there" for me at this time.