Dear Marvin, Marla and Mark, I am so very sorry for your loss. Glenda was a one-of-a-kind amazing, kind and generous wife, mother and friend, and I feel so lucky and blessed to have known her. I am so sorry I won't be able to be at the service, but I am sending love and prayers to you all, and also wanted to share some memories.
I met Glenda, aka Mrs. Wycoff (which she eventually made me stop saying), when I was an 18-yr-old Yankee fish out of water at Texas A&M and had become close friends with her daughter Laura. Laura took me home to Mesquite for Thanksgiving (and many other fun holidays over the years with a house always full of cousins and family and friends) and Glenda literally embraced me from the minute we met. I don’t remember her exact words, but I do remember her soft-edged and easy Texas drawl, kindness, welcoming hugs and endless smiles and laughter.
To this day, I’ve never met a person who made me feel as welcome as she did every time I saw her. She always wanted to know what I was studying or doing in life or just thinking about and – one of the many special things about her – she always listened, really listened, to what you had to say.
I hadn’t seen her in a few years when I went back to Texas for Laura and Mark’s wedding, but Glenda was as kind and welcoming as if it had only been a few weeks. I last saw her in person in Dallas at her 80th birthday party, and VJ and I brought our kids along to meet her and Marvin, and both Nick and Samantha couldn’t stop commenting about – well, like true Yankee kids, first, her accent – but also how friendly and kind and sweet Glenda was. If you were lucky enough to know her, you know what a privilege and a grace it was to spend time with her.
When Laura and I were roommates in college, and later again years after we graduated, I used to tease her sometimes about how much she talked to her mom – once every day at least, and sometimes more. I know that Laura is so very happy to see her again and they are smiling, laughing and chatting up a storm.
With deepest sympathies,
Beth