I didn't get the chance to really know Uncle Glenn till the last five years or so. I'm so thankful for the time we had together. He always knew who I was when I went to see him at the residencys in Pleasanton Kansas. At the last when he was at the Fort Scott Manor. I went to see him and his whole face just lit up. Made me feel so good. He told me this poem that he had written. I wrote it down and made it really nice and gave it to him. It was called The Old Man Who Lived On A Hill. I'm going to miss you a lot and I love you so much Uncle Glenn. I know you made it through the golden doors and sitting in the golden chairs next to Reta Fern.