As a small child, Glenn Treakle was never far from his stuffed Donald Duck. Like Donald, smiles and laughter would follow Glenn everywhere — his own grins, giggles, and sweet nature were contagious. Fortunately for us, Glenn never grew out of those and became an amazing young man. Happiest when spending time with his friends and family, he loved going for drives with his mom, watching movies with his dad and sister, and sharing a love of the great outdoors with his friends. He loved to be outside (camping, ATV rides, fishing, boating) and truly excelled at anything automotive. In fact, his most prized possession was his Chevrolet truck. He spent hours working on it and was always willing to share his knowledge (and assistance) with others. His smiles and quiet humor were still just as contagious as an adult, and even among their traditional sibling squabbles, he was somehow able to show infinite patience when attempting to teach his older sister how to drive a stick shift or his ATV. He always looked out for his family.
Tragically, one week before his 22nd birthday and very early on the morning of February 19, 2003, Glenn’s trusted friend (an off-duty paramedic) was driving them home from a night out and missed a curve in the road. The friend’s BAC was almost twice the legal limit when his truck hit a tree and landed upside down. The driver and other passenger survived with injuries, but Glenn never made it home. Due to one person’s horribly selfish decision, we’ve had a Glenn-sized hole in our hearts ever since. Not only will he never have the chance to see what his life would have become (a family of his own? career?), our every moment will forever be shadowed by his absence. While we are truly grateful for the happy memories of our time with him, we will never again get to see his smile or feel his hugs or ask him for advice. Every opportunity that life offers was stolen from him by someone who decided to drink and then get behind the wheel.
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