In the “way too short” 54 years of her life, my sister, Glenda, lived more life than anyone I have ever known. Glenda gave more than a hundred percent to all she encountered. In the years that she was a part of my life, the “all” encompassed a vast conglomeration of God’s living creatures in Texas, Washington State and lastly, Arizona including, but not limited to family, friends, the elderly, widows, autistic children, abused children and women, schools, neglected/discarded animals, and causes–one of which was very dear to her heart, the cure for breast cancer. In 2004, Glenda was diagnosed with breast cancer. After undergoing double mastectomies and chemotherapy, and achieving remission, her outlook was bright. She through herself into raising awareness and money towards finding a cure for breast cancer. However, in 2010, her cancer came back and although she battled with one chemotherapy after another, her condition became graver BUT not her spirit. Glenda continued to touch all in her path, bringing help, cheer and compassion despite her relentless pain. On December 24, Glenda went home to her Lord Jesus Christ. I will never forget her words, “It’s all good.” In the words of our sister, Patsy, “Life isn’t about knowing how to survive the storm, but learning how to dance in the rain.” This is Glenda’s greatest gift to all of us.