As some of you have already heard, my father-in-law, Delphine’s dad, Dean Glandt, passed away at 2 a.m. on Thursday morning, May 17, 2007. So it goes…

A few weeks ago, Dean had fallen out of his bed at the Life Care facility in Cheyenne and broke his femur at the hip. The doctors gave him about a 1 in 20 chance of even surviving the surgery. However, those of you that knew Dean knows that those were very beatable odds for him.

While he made it through the surgery just fine, recovery over the next week and a half did not go as well. Dean was just too weak to fight this final battle.

A week ago last Friday they transferred him to a beautiful hospice facility in Cheyenne where they kept him very comfortable for his last days. His wife, his two daughters and one of his grandsons were by his side when he passed away.

Dean was used to fighting for his life. When he was very young, he had Rheumatic fever and was not expected to live past the age of 11. He grew up with a damaged heart, had one of the valves in his heart replaced, and had gone through several pacemakers. About 10 years ago, he fell down the stairs at his house in Cheyenne and had to have steel rods put in his legs to get everything back together. A surgery that made his leg 2 inches shorter than the other. He had a couple of nasty spills after that, as well. I tell you all that to say that through each incident, when people thought he might just give up, he fought back.

And let me tell you about his mind. Here was a man that didn’t end up going to college, but yet was one of the brightest engineers on the Wyoming Highway Department staff, as a bridge designer no less! He probably knew most of the roads in Wyoming through all his travels and work for them. He had a great mind for numbers, math, science, geometry, and engineering. One of his favorite stories to tell was how he would bet the guys at WyHy that he could calculate equations in his head faster than someone using the calculator — and of course, he could. Even up to the end, there were still flashes of that great mind peeking out in between the pain.

I think the thing I will remember most is the hundreds and hundreds of cribbage games we must have played over the years. When the family got together for Christmas in Arizona one year, he and my nephews taught me the game, and my life was never the same after that. Because he had a great mind for numbers, he was a very good strategist when he played cribbage. And because I’ve also got a good brain for math and such, our games were usually very close, with a few lucky cards here and there determining the outcome. Now, I’m not saying that I never skunked him or he me, because that inevitably happened every now and then, but for the most part, our games were extremely competitive. We never really kept track over the years, but it had to be very close on the number of games he won vs. the ones I won. All I know is that I am eternally grateful for learning the game and playing against someone who loved it as much as he obviously did.

The memorial service will be held this coming Monday, May 21, 2007 at Our Savior Lutheran Church located at 5101 Dell Range Blvd. in Cheyenne, Wyoming. Services will begin at 1:00 p.m. and a reception will be held after.

Dean, you will be missed.

Your son,