Remembering a Dear Friend

Yesterday was my friend Glenn's birthday.  He passed away way too young, at the age of 29 some 11+ years ago.  Hardly a day goes by, to this day, that I don't think about my bud, usually wishing he was there so we could commiserate about something related to politics, church, or cities.

All of his friends, me included, have stories about our dear Glenn.  They all carry an aura of legend about them, for though he was a mere human being, yet our tales describe a man of great heart and courage.  (And strength.  Legendary, metal-bending strength!)

He was a far more honorable person than I, and he continues to spur me on.  Here's my eulogy, which I was honored to give at his funeral so many years ago.  Miss you, man.