This is something my brother-in-law wrote about my Dad.
Glenn Watson was one of those quiet men that you wouldn’t notice at first. He wasn’t loud or boisterous; he never tooted his own horn. But if you spent the time and observed him you would see that those still waters ran deep. Glenn liked old cars and in his younger days he had quite a few, a couple of ’57 Chevy convertibles come to mind and I have heard stories that they may have at times been driven faster than the posted limits. Then when his family obligations and responsibilities grew, he put the cars and other personal desires aside and focused on his family. For a number of years instead of having one of his much loved hot rods he drove a Datson B210 station wagon, because that was what he needed for his family. He was a dedicated man that hardly ever missed a day of work. He could always be counted on to help anyone that asked him to, no matter what it was. Glenn did all this and didn’t complain. He was taking care of his family, he loved his family. When his health problems made things more difficult for him, he didn’t complain, it wasn’t his nature. The only thing I remember him complaining about was being in the hospital, you could say that was certainly not his favorite place to be. Glenn and Sally dated for 7 years before they were married in 1963. They had their daughter, Tammye in 1965, followed by a son, Mike in 1969. The kids remember trying to get their dad to list all of the cars he had owned while on the way to spend Christmas Eve with his mother every year. Spending time with them and his grandchildren, Meagan born in 1995 and Andrew born in 2001 was his biggest joy. We in this world seem to pay attention to the larger than life people that always shout “look at me”, when we should be watching people with character, not characters. Glenn Watson had character.
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