It was a year ago today when Glenna Moore passed away. The past year hasn’t been easy for any of us. Her husband misses her. Her children miss her. And, her friends miss her. All we can do is remember and cherish the memories we shared together.
To mark this one-year anniversary, my Dad asked his children to share something simple remembering Glenna. We all decided to write something heartfelt, including Al.
The Summer of ‘62 (completed version)
My Mother cherished this poem Al wrote to her as an anniversary gift in the early 70s. The title, The Summer of ’62, marks the time when Glenna Keith Coffey married William Alvin Moore Jr. The poem traces the shared life Glenna and Al lived and throughout the years.
The Summer of ’62 remained incomplete for years because Al would occasionally update it with new verses, reflecting new experiences. When talking about this poem before her passing, my Mom said, “Al keeps promising me an update, so hopefully he will.”
Al kept his promise … the incomplete The Summer of ’62 is now complete.
To watch a video recording of the incomplete poem, click here.
Glenna’s oldest daughter shares...
Glenna's oldest son shares...
It has been one year since my mother passed away. It feels strange that we must continue our lives with only memories of her. But she left us all with so many wonderful memories and showed us how to live life even when it is ending. The strength, grace, courage, and the unending faith she showed us all in her final few months are truly inspiring.
I reflect many, many times on the strength and courage she showed while faced with the most adverse situation possible. This maybe the most important lesson she taught me. I try to have just a small amount of the strength she showed when I am faced with the much less difficult situations encountered in everyday life. I do not always have it, but her memory keeps me trying.
For selfish reasons I wish she was still here, no matter her condition, just so I could sit by her side and hold her hand because of the comfort it brought me. I know this feeling is selfish, but it is always there along with the sadness. I am able to find comfort and push past these melancholy thoughts by knowing she was suffering terribly and had sacrificed enough.
I know it sounds like a cliché, but I think about her and miss her everyday. I miss seeing her lovely and comforting face which always made me feel like everything was going to be okay, no matter how down I might I have been. I miss telling her about new things her grandchildren accomplished. I miss seeing the joy she always brought to her grandchildren's faces. I miss her not be able to watch her grandchildren grow up. I miss the weekly Scrabble games we played. I miss being able to ask her advice. I miss being able to ask her questions about one of her recipes I was trying to make. I miss seeing her and Dad together and witnessing the love for each other they shared. I miss the unconditional love I always felt when I was with her.
There are so many more things I miss, but more than anything, I just miss having a mom.
Glenna's youngest daughter shares...
It's been one year since God called my mother to join his angel network.
One year. 365 days. "525.600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year?"
The last line above is from the Broadway musical Rent; the lyrics ultimately conclude that life is best measured not by moments, but in love. Mom enjoyed being a friend to all, and in turn was loved by many. She left her footprints on countless souls.
Early in 2008, I met a wonderful man, Russell Rucker, and we were married on March 7th. I honestly believe that Mom played some part in it. I may joke about her long distance matchmaking, however I stand firm that there are no coincidences. Mom would absolutely adore Russell, and cherish her role as grandmother to his 2 sons, Bailey and Bryce (ages 8 and 3 respectively).
Naturally, I wish Mom was physically here to share in this journey with me, but her presence was certainly felt that day. Mom's wedding day pearls received a second inauguration, and I proudly wear her original wedding band which Russell had engraved with both her and my initials, GCM and MMR.
She continues to be a daily part of our relationship as I attempt to practice her advice "try to out love one another".
Glenna's youngest son shares...
Glenna made friends easily. She had her tennis friends, her bridge group friends, her beauty shop friends, and her domino friends.
At her funeral, there was a touching flower bouquet that holds significant meaning to a core group of ladies. The Doms, my Mom’s domino friends, wear a gold domino charm on bracelets that reads, “SPECIAL FRIEND.” This charm was given to them by Al when it was evident Glenna’s life was nearing its end. These dear ladies showed their love for their friend with this remarkable flower arrangement. A loving tribute to Glenna Moore, someone we all consider a Special Friend ...