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THIS FROM MY GOOD FRIEND TERRY LEWIS
Terry's Family has owned Beach Time Realty on Balboa Island for as long as I can remember - and longer!!!
Dear Family and friends,
On Wednesday November 9, my Dad Glenn, passed away at Hoag Hospital in Newport Beach. He was 95 years old.
We are all thankful for the wonderful life he had, and the wonderful life we had with him.
Having served in the Army during WW II in Italy and North Africa, he was truly part of "The Greatest Generation". Tom Brokaw in his book, "The Greatest Generation" writes, "At a time in their lives when their days and nights should have been filled with innocent adventure, love, and the lessons of the workaday world, they were fighting in the most primitive conditions possible across the bloodied landscape of France, Belgium, Italy, Austria, and the coral islands of the Pacific. They answered the call to save the world from the two most powerful and ruthless military machines ever assembled, instruments of conquest in the hands of fascist maniacs. They faced great odds and a late start, but they did not protest. They succeeded on every front. They won the war; they saved the world. They came home to joyous and short-lived celebrations and immediately began the task of rebuilding their lives and the world they wanted. They married in record numbers and gave birth to another distinctive generation, the Baby Boomers. A grateful nation made it possible for more of them to attend college than any society had ever educated, anywhere. They gave the world new science, literature, art, industry, and economic strength unparalleled in the long curve of history. As they now reach the twilight of their adventurous and productive lives, they remain, for the most part, exceptionally modest. They have so many stories to tell, stories that in many cases they have never told before, because in a deep sense they didn't think that what they were doing was that special, because everyone else was doing it too".
My dad's time in the military was very important to him, and up until three months ago, he attended breakfast at 7 am every Wednesday at Coco's in Newport center. He loved to talk about his stories and listen to the other veterans talk about what they did. I attended some of these breakfast's, and I can tell you there was always something new to talk about.
On Wednesday November 9, my Dad Glenn, passed away at Hoag Hospital in Newport Beach. He was 95 years old.
We are all thankful for the wonderful life he had, and the wonderful life we had with him.
Having served in the Army during WW II in Italy and North Africa, he was truly part of "The Greatest Generation". Tom Brokaw in his book, "The Greatest Generation" writes, "At a time in their lives when their days and nights should have been filled with innocent adventure, love, and the lessons of the workaday world, they were fighting in the most primitive conditions possible across the bloodied landscape of France, Belgium, Italy, Austria, and the coral islands of the Pacific. They answered the call to save the world from the two most powerful and ruthless military machines ever assembled, instruments of conquest in the hands of fascist maniacs. They faced great odds and a late start, but they did not protest. They succeeded on every front. They won the war; they saved the world. They came home to joyous and short-lived celebrations and immediately began the task of rebuilding their lives and the world they wanted. They married in record numbers and gave birth to another distinctive generation, the Baby Boomers. A grateful nation made it possible for more of them to attend college than any society had ever educated, anywhere. They gave the world new science, literature, art, industry, and economic strength unparalleled in the long curve of history. As they now reach the twilight of their adventurous and productive lives, they remain, for the most part, exceptionally modest. They have so many stories to tell, stories that in many cases they have never told before, because in a deep sense they didn't think that what they were doing was that special, because everyone else was doing it too".
My dad's time in the military was very important to him, and up until three months ago, he attended breakfast at 7 am every Wednesday at Coco's in Newport center. He loved to talk about his stories and listen to the other veterans talk about what they did. I attended some of these breakfast's, and I can tell you there was always something new to talk about.
Not many people know this, but when someone in my family dies, I try to take a photograph of the sunset on the last day of their life here on earth. When my Dad died early Wednesday morning, the air was warm, the water in front of there East Bay Front home was eerily still. There was not a wisp of air moving a single leaf. The sky was a deep morning blue. Not cloud to be seen and the visibility was forever. The start to a beautiful but sad day for my family. I shot this sunset at around 5:15 p.m. on Wednesday afternoon. Like the morning, the day was like a warm Newport summer day. In the late afternoon, the sky looked promising for a beautiful sunset. As I have done several times in the past,, I went to my favorite spot for sunsets. WOW! The sunset on Wednesday afternoon, was on of the most beautiful ones I have ever photographed. The good Lord and my Dad gave me a sunset to remember him for a long time. I will never forget that day!
Please remember my Dad in your prayers. Funeral services are pending.
Please remember my Dad in your prayers. Funeral services are pending.
ED Note: I remember seeing Glenn driving his golf cart on Balboa Island - fixing things at the rentals they managed and helping people. He was a very nice man!
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