A memorial for my favorite Vol fan

[Tnphil]

Prayers.

 

[OrangeGlasses731]

What a wonderful tribute to your Mom, Ash. I’m so sorry for your loss. God bless you and your family.

 

[Border Vol]

My thoughts and prayers go up for you and your family.

 

[TNDeb3]

My mom passed away this Wednesday, April 21, at the age of 75. Sitting in the hospice room alone, holding her hand as she passed, was the hardest thing I've ever done.

Both of my parents were Volunteer fans (Dad is still with us). But for my mother, it was a labor of love. She has been a severe arthritic since her early 20s. By the time I moved off to Hess Hall for my freshman year, she had fingers on both hands fused, several vertebrae in her neck fused, and had both knees and hips replaced.

That made it all the more special when she actually made it to the games with my dad to see me march in the Pride of the Southland Band. She wouldn't take the handicap seats, she and dad sat down in the middle of the throng. It was a physical sacrifice on her part, but one she was glad to make.

After my time in the Pride ended, the phone calls began. My mom was a kind and gentle woman who found something kind to say about everything and everyone, except when it was football time in Tennessee. I could expect a call or two during each game where she questioned the lineage of a coach or the vision and judgment of a ref.

She was equally a fan of the basketball teams and thought Pat Summit was a national treasure. She often knew the players names better than I did, especially on there men's teams.

I joked with her in her final hours that I'd be extremely thankful if she could ask God to lift the curse on the football program when she saw Him. I don't know if she heard me or not, but I like to think she did.

Mom never earned a college degree, but she helped make sure I earned mine. And when I went off of Oregon and Mississippi for my Masters and Doctorate, she reminded me to remember which team to cheer for first every time season came around.

Here's to you, Opal Glenn. Thank you for keeping me on the straight and narrow my whole life. And thank you for convincing me to move away from home and enjoy some freedom at UT instead of taking the easy path and staying home. There's got to be a room with checkerboard walls of Orange and White in your mansion above. Love you, mom.

Pat Summit was a national treasure...and sounds like your Mom was too. I hope your memories give you comfort.

GBO!!

 

[IndianaVol]

My friend has struggled with RA since his early 30s (he is now in his late 50s) so I have seen first hand the toll that takes on a person, a life, and a family. It sounds, much like my friend, that your Mom always gave the disease more than it bargained for and kept in high spirits.

Undoubtedly she is in a better place and one day if we get more than we deserve we will get to meet her and cheer on our beloved men and women from above - GBO and you are in our prayers today for sure my friend.

 

[joevol33]

My mom passed away this Wednesday, April 21, at the age of 75. Sitting in the hospice room alone, holding her hand as she passed, was the hardest thing I've ever done.

Both of my parents were Volunteer fans (Dad is still with us). But for my mother, it was a labor of love. She has been a severe arthritic since her early 20s. By the time I moved off to Hess Hall for my freshman year, she had fingers on both hands fused, several vertebrae in her neck fused, and had both knees and hips replaced.

That made it all the more special when she actually made it to the games with my dad to see me march in the Pride of the Southland Band. She wouldn't take the handicap seats, she and dad sat down in the middle of the throng. It was a physical sacrifice on her part, but one she was glad to make.

After my time in the Pride ended, the phone calls began. My mom was a kind and gentle woman who found something kind to say about everything and everyone, except when it was football time in Tennessee. I could expect a call or two during each game where she questioned the lineage of a coach or the vision and judgment of a ref.

She was equally a fan of the basketball teams and thought Pat Summit was a national treasure. She often knew the players names better than I did, especially on there men's teams.

I joked with her in her final hours that I'd be extremely thankful if she could ask God to lift the curse on the football program when she saw Him. I don't know if she heard me or not, but I like to think she did.

Mom never earned a college degree, but she helped make sure I earned mine. And when I went off of Oregon and Mississippi for my Masters and Doctorate, she reminded me to remember which team to cheer for first every time season came around.

Here's to you, Opal Glenn. Thank you for keeping me on the straight and narrow my whole life. And thank you for convincing me to move away from home and enjoy some freedom at UT instead of taking the easy path and staying home. There's got to be a room with checkerboard walls of Orange and White in your mansion above. Love you, mom.

So sorry to hear this, we'll be praying for you and your family.

 

[Sara Clark]

So very sorry to read the news of your Mother's passing.

 

[BIGAL27]

My mom passed away this Wednesday, April 21, at the age of 75. Sitting in the hospice room alone, holding her hand as she passed, was the hardest thing I've ever done.

Both of my parents were Volunteer fans (Dad is still with us). But for my mother, it was a labor of love. She has been a severe arthritic since her early 20s. By the time I moved off to Hess Hall for my freshman year, she had fingers on both hands fused, several vertebrae in her neck fused, and had both knees and hips replaced.

That made it all the more special when she actually made it to the games with my dad to see me march in the Pride of the Southland Band. She wouldn't take the handicap seats, she and dad sat down in the middle of the throng. It was a physical sacrifice on her part, but one she was glad to make.

After my time in the Pride ended, the phone calls began. My mom was a kind and gentle woman who found something kind to say about everything and everyone, except when it was football time in Tennessee. I could expect a call or two during each game where she questioned the lineage of a coach or the vision and judgment of a ref.

She was equally a fan of the basketball teams and thought Pat Summit was a national treasure. She often knew the players names better than I did, especially on there men's teams.

I joked with her in her final hours that I'd be extremely thankful if she could ask God to lift the curse on the football program when she saw Him. I don't know if she heard me or not, but I like to think she did.

Mom never earned a college degree, but she helped make sure I earned mine. And when I went off of Oregon and Mississippi for my Masters and Doctorate, she reminded me to remember which team to cheer for first every time season came around.

Here's to you, Opal Glenn. Thank you for keeping me on the straight and narrow my whole life. And thank you for convincing me to move away from home and enjoy some freedom at UT instead of taking the easy path and staying home. There's got to be a room with checkerboard walls of Orange and White in your mansion above. Love you, mom.

Sorry for your loss and God bless

 

[VFL-82-JP]

My mom passed away this Wednesday, April 21, at the age of 75. Sitting in the hospice room alone, holding her hand as she passed, was the hardest thing I've ever done.

Both of my parents were Volunteer fans (Dad is still with us). But for my mother, it was a labor of love. She has been a severe arthritic since her early 20s. By the time I moved off to Hess Hall for my freshman year, she had fingers on both hands fused, several vertebrae in her neck fused, and had both knees and hips replaced.

That made it all the more special when she actually made it to the games with my dad to see me march in the Pride of the Southland Band. She wouldn't take the handicap seats, she and dad sat down in the middle of the throng. It was a physical sacrifice on her part, but one she was glad to make.

After my time in the Pride ended, the phone calls began. My mom was a kind and gentle woman who found something kind to say about everything and everyone, except when it was football time in Tennessee. I could expect a call or two during each game where she questioned the lineage of a coach or the vision and judgment of a ref.

She was equally a fan of the basketball teams and thought Pat Summit was a national treasure. She often knew the players names better than I did, especially on there men's teams.

I joked with her in her final hours that I'd be extremely thankful if she could ask God to lift the curse on the football program when she saw Him. I don't know if she heard me or not, but I like to think she did.

Mom never earned a college degree, but she helped make sure I earned mine. And when I went off of Oregon and Mississippi for my Masters and Doctorate, she reminded me to remember which team to cheer for first every time season came around.

Here's to you, Opal Glenn. Thank you for keeping me on the straight and narrow my whole life. And thank you for convincing me to move away from home and enjoy some freedom at UT instead of taking the easy path and staying home. There's got to be a room with checkerboard walls of Orange and White in your mansion above. Love you, mom.

Beautiful homage to a lady of class and taste.

Thanks for sharing, AshG, praying for healing for you and your family.

 

[Ashevillevol]

God’s grace to you and your family. Our greatest calling while we’re here, after your relationship with our Heavenly Father, is your family. How you raise your children. It’s always hard and often seemingly thankless. But it’s obvious from your post that she did a great job She put in the work and did right by you. Take some comfort in knowing she is now enjoying her reward and although you have to be separated for a little while, it is only a little while. And when you see her again I’m certain she will flash you her best smile and show you how perfectly her fingers work now.

 

[OldandStillaVol]

I am very sorry for your loss. Your mom was a wonderful person; I hope those great memories you have of her help you through these tough days.

 

[YankeeVol]

Sorry or your loss. Prayers for you and your family.

 

[pastorvol]

My mom passed away this Wednesday, April 21, at the age of 75. Sitting in the hospice room alone, holding her hand as she passed, was the hardest thing I've ever done.

Both of my parents were Volunteer fans (Dad is still with us). But for my mother, it was a labor of love. She has been a severe arthritic since her early 20s. By the time I moved off to Hess Hall for my freshman year, she had fingers on both hands fused, several vertebrae in her neck fused, and had both knees and hips replaced.

That made it all the more special when she actually made it to the games with my dad to see me march in the Pride of the Southland Band. She wouldn't take the handicap seats, she and dad sat down in the middle of the throng. It was a physical sacrifice on her part, but one she was glad to make.

After my time in the Pride ended, the phone calls began. My mom was a kind and gentle woman who found something kind to say about everything and everyone, except when it was football time in Tennessee. I could expect a call or two during each game where she questioned the lineage of a coach or the vision and judgment of a ref.

She was equally a fan of the basketball teams and thought Pat Summit was a national treasure. She often knew the players names better than I did, especially on there men's teams.

I joked with her in her final hours that I'd be extremely thankful if she could ask God to lift the curse on the football program when she saw Him. I don't know if she heard me or not, but I like to think she did.

Mom never earned a college degree, but she helped make sure I earned mine. And when I went off of Oregon and Mississippi for my Masters and Doctorate, she reminded me to remember which team to cheer for first every time season came around.

Here's to you, Opal Glenn. Thank you for keeping me on the straight and narrow my whole life. And thank you for convincing me to move away from home and enjoy some freedom at UT instead of taking the easy path and staying home. There's got to be a room with checkerboard walls of Orange and White in your mansion above. Love you, mom.

May the peace and presence of Christ be with you and the family!

 

[GoVols64]

Your words were a loving and beautiful tribute to your mother; very well written. I hope that she is indeed in a checkerboard room and is trying to convince the almighty her poor Vol brothers and sisters have suffered enough! Prayers and love from my family to you and yours.

 

[jim pique]

Opal Glenn-a lady in need of a plaque on a stadium wall outside gate 21-"She gave her all for her child and Tennessee."

 

[MAD]

My mom passed away this Wednesday, April 21, at the age of 75. Sitting in the hospice room alone, holding her hand as she passed, was the hardest thing I've ever done.

Both of my parents were Volunteer fans (Dad is still with us). But for my mother, it was a labor of love. She has been a severe arthritic since her early 20s. By the time I moved off to Hess Hall for my freshman year, she had fingers on both hands fused, several vertebrae in her neck fused, and had both knees and hips replaced.

That made it all the more special when she actually made it to the games with my dad to see me march in the Pride of the Southland Band. She wouldn't take the handicap seats, she and dad sat down in the middle of the throng. It was a physical sacrifice on her part, but one she was glad to make.

After my time in the Pride ended, the phone calls began. My mom was a kind and gentle woman who found something kind to say about everything and everyone, except when it was football time in Tennessee. I could expect a call or two during each game where she questioned the lineage of a coach or the vision and judgment of a ref.

She was equally a fan of the basketball teams and thought Pat Summit was a national treasure. She often knew the players names better than I did, especially on there men's teams.

I joked with her in her final hours that I'd be extremely thankful if she could ask God to lift the curse on the football program when she saw Him. I don't know if she heard me or not, but I like to think she did.

Mom never earned a college degree, but she helped make sure I earned mine. And when I went off of Oregon and Mississippi for my Masters and Doctorate, she reminded me to remember which team to cheer for first every time season came around.

Here's to you, Opal Glenn. Thank you for keeping me on the straight and narrow my whole life. And thank you for convincing me to move away from home and enjoy some freedom at UT instead of taking the easy path and staying home. There's got to be a room with checkerboard walls of Orange and White in your mansion above. Love you, mom.

That was beautiful

 

[malinoisvol]

My mom passed away this Wednesday, April 21, at the age of 75. Sitting in the hospice room alone, holding her hand as she passed, was the hardest thing I've ever done.

Both of my parents were Volunteer fans (Dad is still with us). But for my mother, it was a labor of love. She has been a severe arthritic since her early 20s. By the time I moved off to Hess Hall for my freshman year, she had fingers on both hands fused, several vertebrae in her neck fused, and had both knees and hips replaced.

That made it all the more special when she actually made it to the games with my dad to see me march in the Pride of the Southland Band. She wouldn't take the handicap seats, she and dad sat down in the middle of the throng. It was a physical sacrifice on her part, but one she was glad to make.

After my time in the Pride ended, the phone calls began. My mom was a kind and gentle woman who found something kind to say about everything and everyone, except when it was football time in Tennessee. I could expect a call or two during each game where she questioned the lineage of a coach or the vision and judgment of a ref.

She was equally a fan of the basketball teams and thought Pat Summit was a national treasure. She often knew the players names better than I did, especially on there men's teams.

I joked with her in her final hours that I'd be extremely thankful if she could ask God to lift the curse on the football program when she saw Him. I don't know if she heard me or not, but I like to think she did.

Mom never earned a college degree, but she helped make sure I earned mine. And when I went off of Oregon and Mississippi for my Masters and Doctorate, she reminded me to remember which team to cheer for first every time season came around.

Here's to you, Opal Glenn. Thank you for keeping me on the straight and narrow my whole life. And thank you for convincing me to move away from home and enjoy some freedom at UT instead of taking the easy path and staying home. There's got to be a room with checkerboard walls of Orange and White in your mansion above. Love you, mom.

Thanks for sharing this treasure of a story. So sorry for your loss.

 

[cobbwebb0710]

My mom passed away this Wednesday, April 21, at the age of 75. Sitting in the hospice room alone, holding her hand as she passed, was the hardest thing I've ever done.

Both of my parents were Volunteer fans (Dad is still with us). But for my mother, it was a labor of love. She has been a severe arthritic since her early 20s. By the time I moved off to Hess Hall for my freshman year, she had fingers on both hands fused, several vertebrae in her neck fused, and had both knees and hips replaced.

That made it all the more special when she actually made it to the games with my dad to see me march in the Pride of the Southland Band. She wouldn't take the handicap seats, she and dad sat down in the middle of the throng. It was a physical sacrifice on her part, but one she was glad to make.

After my time in the Pride ended, the phone calls began. My mom was a kind and gentle woman who found something kind to say about everything and everyone, except when it was football time in Tennessee. I could expect a call or two during each game where she questioned the lineage of a coach or the vision and judgment of a ref.

She was equally a fan of the basketball teams and thought Pat Summit was a national treasure. She often knew the players names better than I did, especially on there men's teams.

I joked with her in her final hours that I'd be extremely thankful if she could ask God to lift the curse on the football program when she saw Him. I don't know if she heard me or not, but I like to think she did.

Mom never earned a college degree, but she helped make sure I earned mine. And when I went off of Oregon and Mississippi for my Masters and Doctorate, she reminded me to remember which team to cheer for first every time season came around.

Here's to you, Opal Glenn. Thank you for keeping me on the straight and narrow my whole life. And thank you for convincing me to move away from home and enjoy some freedom at UT instead of taking the easy path and staying home. There's got to be a room with checkerboard walls of Orange and White in your mansion above. Love you, mom.

Cheers, to a good mom!
I didn’t/don’t have a very good one. My dad played the part of mom and dad. My wife can be difficult at times but I couldn’t ask for a better mother to our kids! I don’t know you but I’m glad you were dealt a good one because MOMS, the real ones that sacrifice for us are special!
GBO!!

 

[The Original Fade]

Incredible post, OP. Prayers for you and your family.

 

[VOLFAN1956]

Thoughts and prayers for you and your family. Till you meet again. God is good

 

[sgtwebb1]

Sitting here reading this with tears running down my face.
Ain't easy to make me do that.
Lost my Mom Valentine's Day 2020, same age as your dear Mother, so I know exactly how you feel.
She, too, had been severely arthritic since her late 20's, but she was tough as nails, and a kind soul.
Beautiful tribute to your wonderful mother, AshG.
Rest in Peace, Opal Glenn.

 

[tbh]

Words aren't sufficient to express how sorry I am for your family's loss...hold on to the good memories (and it sounds like there are many that y'all made and shared).

 

[bag12day]

Opal Glenn a fine woman who raised a proper child and your words reveal how much you loved her. Very sorry for your loss, remember the great times!

 

[Carl Pickens]

Well said.... when I was younger I used to think I was a pretty good kid growing up..... then I met more people and found out what I thought was “normal” was actually more like “hell raising” to most others. I’m sorry mom.... I thought I was being a good kid

 

[Boca Vol]

What a beautiful tribute. Opal Glenn sounds like the type of person the world needs more of. RIP.