RIP Glenn

Glenn's Friend Randy, cleaning up  Glenn's dinghy.
 So Glenn's daughter can use it to get out to the boat where it lies at anchor.


 So, Glenn died sometime last week.  Date of death has not been determined.  He was found yesterday in his boat, dead approximately 5-8 days.


Glenn was a fellow live-aboard boater, I met 3.5 years ago.  He was  3 days older than me.  Glenn had been living aboard his boat for many years at that point, already.  Had quit his job and gone sailing.  A stroke (within weeks of mine) disabled him to the point where he couldn't work again.  And he spent several years fighting to achieve disability payments for his inability to work.  

Those payments were finally approved about a year ago, including five years back pay. Life had suddenly gotten very good for Glen.  His attitude changed from one of anger and an air of supremacy to one of kindness and openness to his fellow man.  He was still a motor mouth know it all, which I'll forgive him for.  But he was definitely a kinder, gentler person.

And having gone through similar circumstances, I understand how just being able to pay one's bills and not have to worry about survival can change a person's life.  His attitude.  His relationships.  And I wonder anew at the changes we may some day be able to affect on the people around us. When we are able to make their lives better in subtle ways.

God Bless us all.  And bring this drama to a close, please.  We've got shit to do.

-- Much Love

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