Birth date: Jun 1, 1939 Death date: Sep 26, 2021
Glen Joe Adams, 82 of Coweta, Oklahoma passed from this life on Sunday, September 26, 2021 at his home with his family by his side. He was born June 1, 1939 in Sedgwick, Arkansas to his parents, Elvis Henry Adams and Cozetta Verni Read Obituary
Uncle Glen; you're going to be missed here on Earth more than you will ever know but knowing you are in the arms of our lord n savior is a blessing. We'll see you again ❤️
Uncle Glen, what a good man he was--kind, gentle, and generous. I loved how he laughed, then put his head down and steadily nodded his head. A humble man who acknowledged Christ in his life before he passed (thanks Aunt Retha). He's in Jesus' arms now and beholding all the glory of heaven. Hallelujah!
Speaking for Wanda (his sister) . . . she will miss him terribly. They shared a special closeness. He was always so dear to her. She shared stories of gigging frogs and skinning squirrels (to eat) together. Yikes! She wishes she could be at the funeral.
God bless you, Aunt Phyllis. You and Uncle Glen were such a lovely match. It was clear in the early San Jose days (when I visited you) that he cherished you. Lots of life ahead for you to enjoy, Auntie. You have so much to give.
Love and prayers, Deb (niece)
I don't think I ever met another Person like Glen Joe.
He was by far our Families favorite Uncle. I actually got my first spanking from Glen. We wouldn't stay out of his paint. I remember setting in the back seat of his very cool white chevy Impala and going to the Fruit stand to load up on Candy. When I moved to Oklahoma with my then little girls He took them out and bought them winter coats and shoes. But what I loved best about Glen was his loyalty to my Dad. He was dependable and always there when times got hard. Glen will always hold a special place in all of our hearts..
I have many wonderful childhood memories of Glen Joe. The one that stands out the most is pretty humourous. Glen was painting my parents home and left the paint buckets unattended. My 5 year old self and my sister decided to "help" Glen out and we got into the paint. Needless to say, we made quite a mess. Glen got a bit upset with us and sat my sister and me upon the fireplace mantle. I don't remember how long we sat there, but we didn't budge OR ever play with his paint again. I love you Glen and will miss you. I'll see you some day.
