Pearl Davis' son Glenn passed away in his sleep Tuesday night, he was 65.  Our condolences go out to her. 
Because she was not able to travel to the funeral, Pearl wrote and delivered her son's eulogy over Skype.
She asked that we publish the eulogy in the Club newsletter.  
 
This is not the way it's supposed to be.. Mothers are not supposed to eulogize their sons. That is what I have been brought up to believe--children mourn the departed  parent--not  in this manner. I have been asked by Glenn's family to try in a few words-to speak about him--( a task I never NEVER willingly accepted, or thought conceivable.. My East Coast family--Mitch, Annette,  Alyssa, and Erica and Marcia and Mara have come up with a method--not only will you know some of my maternal loss--but I hope I can send a picture in (words) of my special younger  son--Glenn Paul Davis. Glenn from his beginnings--was selective in who he befriended. He was sweet, soft-with deep down feelings that he expressed in his own Glenn manner.
He was more on the reticent side than the talkative one--and he came to be known as the giver of his precious possessions: to say thank you to a favorite relative. It could be a stone, a shell,  etc. As he grew older, he realized his talents were very visual, He, like his Dad before him was able to look at a "project-problem or challenge” and know what needed to be done. Many of us in our family were awed by their ability.
Glenn was quietly there, observing and acting in unexpected ways, to send or show his love. For example, I have always enjoyed the art of silhouette and one day Glenn, at age 10 wrapped up a present for me== the silhouette of a gentleman courting his lady—signed  To Mom from Glenn... It hangs proudly on my wall today.
Glenn had agreed to join his Dad, Lou, and I and our wonderful dog Eppis on our move to Denver. But he did not like change, and, when his friend declined to join us in our relocation, Glenn changed his mind and chose to stay in Westchester instead. He moved in with that friend and his family.
Glenn was a remarkable young man—and many offers were made to him by friends. Through the Goldman family and Glenn’s close friend Peter, FUNTASTIC AMUSEMENTS was created, a successful organization in Playland. He and the Goldman family became close and from 2000 miles away, Lou and I were exceedingly grateful. To say Glenn was known and loved by many is a gross understatement, especially by his loyal employee network.
In closing, and this part is from my heart, Glenn married Annette on what would have been my parents' wedding anniversary,  October 28, and we were all delighted. Differences were handled—sometimes  well and others poorly. BUT when Alyssa Marie was born, life began to be complete. It took diligent effort for Annette to birth Erica Anne 6 years later and (I have never said or thought this before)—if Lou’s health was at all stable—we would have walked back to be CLOSE LOVING GRANDPARENTS.
Life is not a bowl of cherries, and as my heart is “breaking” I must give honor to Glenn’s family: Annette, Alyssa and Erica, for making their husband and loving Dad—OH—so  loving and therefore a happy man. My older son Mitch found his happiness close by in Port Chester and was able to give, show, and share in Glenn’s life, for which I thank my God daily. I will always miss you Glenn. Hope you and Dad are fixing things together!!