Glenn was a volunteer fireman.  When the alarm went off, he was out the door like a shot to the firehouse and always caught the first truck.  Well, we had a bluejay that I raised from a baby and she would mimic noises and sounds that she heard.  She learned to mimic Glenn's plectron, which was the original form of letting the firemen know that there was a fire.  One day he was in his office and the the bluejay started sounding off the noise like the pager.  Glenn was up like a shot heading for the front door but when he got there he realized that there was no sirens going off outside.  He turned around and stood there for a second and realized that it was the bird.  He was slightly annoyed and upset but then we laughed and thought it was funny.  After that, he would always double check his plectron to make sure that that was what he was hearing and not the bird.  He was a member of the fire company for 56 years of his life and he thought the world of his fire department.  Even up to the year before he became so seriously ill, he would go to active fires and participate where ever and whenever he was able. 

Glenn was excited to get up Christmas morning and we would come out and he was always surprised because I would wait on Christmas Eve to put things under the tree for him that he did not know about.  We would sit and open the gifts and he was like a big child.  He enjoyed spending his last few years with his family for Christmas and watching his great niece and nephew come running down the stairs to see what Santa left them.  He loved being in Pennsylvania with Tina and Chris and would start talking about it in October hoping that they were going to ask us to come.  He liked going to Ken and Tracy's during the summer months and watching the kids in the pool.  But most of all, he loved watching all the kids on Christmas opening their gifts.  We may not have had much in the last few years of his life, but we enjoyed life together.  I MISS MY OTHER HALF.  I love you Glenn.  Always and Forever.