Glen was so many different things.
Son, civil servant proud member of spare me bowling team to time runner up at Southern regional tournament and great a truly great tracker but he was
rather
he was a lot more than that
glass
insulting just so maddening.
He was a hedonist chauvinist. Liar, cheat, but there was one thing was not
Glen was not
and that's afraid.
He wasn't afraid of judgment of being wrong. He wasn't afraid of friendship or romance. A bad joke. A good laugh.
He
is never afraid of a good time or bad timing. Or consequences, or of an impossible task for any kind of danger and he certainly wasn't afraid of me. Ever.
No matter how hard or unfair life was to Glen, Glen loved life back.
He embraced it without reservation, regret. or remorse and that is
rare.
&nbs
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