Yeah, the tortoise walked today, we'll get to that in a bit after we talk about Glen Worthington Beecher, my brother, who passed from this life this afternoon at age 59. We don't know a lot about his passing yet, his body is on its way to Salt Lake now for an autopsy and then we'll know more. We do know he was in pain the past week or so, and had difficulty breathing. But he didn't choose to go to a doctor for it, that's partly why the autopsy.
Rather than dwell on what we don't know, Tortoise will focus on what we do. Glen was a gifted artist, and got great joy from thousands of hours doing mostly portraits with pencil and paper as a young man. My mother has one he did of President Kimball that has always really seemed to capture his spirit. He had a special love of comic book and cartoon characters in general and Superman in particular, and could make short work of drawing an amazing likeness of any of them.
Pictured above at age 13 with me at our Aunt Karen and Uncle Bob's house in what was called Granger then and is part of West Valley City now, he already was well on his way with this talent. (My thanks to Jodi Stevenson for keeping track of this picture and sharing it)
