Wilda Wright Of Dimmitt, Tx
I still remember the first time I saw Glenn. It was May 17, 1974--the day we said goodbye to our 3 year old daughter. Dee and I were in the car waiting for the procession to leave for the cemetery when I saw this man standing outside the church. At the same time Dee said,"Well, there's Glenn Gripp!" I could not believe that this man, a stranger to me, and only an acquaintance then of Dee's would come to pay his respects. That moment of kindness started a relationship with out family that lasted through the years. I once told Glenn that he had been there for me in every crisis of my life. That was the kind of man he was.Dee and our son Dirk went hunting with him, and I can still remember the times he would come into our shop and tell about riding around in the jeep hunting for pheasant. He found more humor in life than any man I know. He had a laugh somewhere between a chuckle and a belly life that just exuded warmth and love. He never came by or called without asking about each member of our family. Of the many things that I will always remember about Glenn, the onces I treasure most are that broad smile, his concern for each of us, and his genuine kindness. God Bless, Glenn until we meet again! Wilda