Erma Glenn

Had there been blogs my whole life, happy events and memories with sad ones weaving in every now and then, would have been reflected. It seems, however, with blogs coming later in my life, as I age, that the order has changed.

Today, I celebrated Erma Glenn’s life with her family. One hundred and two years old! She was quite a lady in so many ways—she camped with the ladies camping group (with her daughter) into her 90s which is how I met her.

Erma lived in an assisted living facility only a few blocks from her loving daughter, determined to maintain her independence and determined not to be a burden to anyone. Her Grand Children and Great Grand Children were there to send her off, content that she was at peace and where she wanted to be.

Erma was the lady of all ladies, but I had to watch myself if I reached to help her as she walked—she’d threaten to slap me with a smile followed by a hug and, “I love you.”

You had a long run, Erma. Loved by many. Yet, it still seems too soon that we must all let you go to where we know you believed you’d be—with your beloved husband, Frank, and the God to whom you were so devoted.

Rest In Peace, Erma.