Written by David Russell Freebairn, the oldest child of Don and Carolyn Freebairn, and Glenn's oldest brother:
About six months into my mission, my thirteen-year-old brother, Glenn, was diagnosed with leukemia. While my parents wrote to me of the diagnosis, they did not tell me that the doctors said he would probably live only for a year. He actually lived for four more years. Glenn had a tremendous desire to serve a mission, but he was too young and was not healthy. It was a very sacred moment when I was able to participate with my father as he gave Glenn a blessing indicating that he had faithfully completed his life's mission. He passed away about 30 minutes later and entered the Spirit World. While losing a child is devastating, my father was especially agitated and unsettled. He felt that Glenn was urging him to get his temple work done. But we thought there was a one year waiting period. My dad decided to go to the temple and speak with a member of the temple presidency. He explained that Glenn had been a faithful 17-year-old Priest at the time of his death. The presidency member then told him that there was no waiting period in these situations. Within a few days we attended the temple and my dad completed the essential ordinances for Glenn. While Dad would mourn over the loss of his son, he was no longer anxious. We believe that Glenn was telling him that he had been called on a mission to the World of Spirits. But he would be unable to fulfill that calling without the blessings of the temple. For Glenn, those blessings included his ordination as an Elder and the endowment.
Recently I came across this compilation of stories, some written by Highland classmates, describing Glenn's life in highschool, prior to his death. It was collected by his brother for the benefit of everyone who knew him, to keep his memory alive. Glenn was courageous, kind and a true friend to many. We have missed him, but his influence for good lives on.
W O R T H Y B E Y O N D TH I S LIFE
a compilation of stories about the life of
GLENN RUSSELL FREEBAIRN
printed Dec 1980
FORWARD
Over the last year I have wanted somehow to preserve the memory of my brother, GLENN RUSSELL FREEBAIRN, for my posterity and for the benefit of his friends whose lives were affected. I was well aware of the fact that if I tried to take on such a task by myself that much would be left out because I was not around Glenn 24 hrs. a day. Because of the effort of many people this book of stor ies about my brother's life is available for all to enjoy. I am greatly indebted to the writers of these stories for their taking the time to write about Glenn. As stated before, this task would have been impossible without them. I hope that all who read the contents herein will be strengthened by the example that Glenn showed to all of us.
Sincerely,
David R. Freebairn
"My MAIN MAN" GLENN
by Shellie Wilson
Our family moved into the neighborhood the summer of my eighth grade year. For a long time I never knew that cute boy across the street. I would see him once in a while in his tennis shorts or hockey uniform but other than that I never knew who he was. Then my brother and he became really good friends. I rather enjoyed this. It gave me a chance to get to know him. Once I did get to know him, we became good friends. He would always invite me and my cute friends {never the ugly ones, they were not any fun) to do things with him and Taylor. One time all the guys in the neighborhood, which amounted to about seven, were going to see a movie. They had invited my friend Pam Parkin and I to come along. The odds were amusing but fun.
After knowing Glenn for a while I became his "main woman." This alway s flattered me to know that no matter how many girlfriends he had I was still his main woman. In turn he became my "main man." The nicknames stuck. It seemed that since I was his main woman, Taylor and he had to keep an eye on the boys whom I dated. He was never afraid to voice his opinion on a boy he didn't think I shouuld be dating. This big brotherly concern vas always there and I 'knew I had better watch out. It was now two brotherly guardians in stead of one.
During my sophomore year there were many girl's choice dances of which I, as a girl, was expected to attend. The first one was the Christmas Dance sponsored by the Pep Club. Glenn often would mention this to me. After weeks of subtle hints, I asked him. Then to our disappointment he was unable to go due to his illness. The year before I had asked him to the Valentine's Dance and he was also unable to go due to his illness. Each time he was very cute and apologetic about it. He then promised to take me out to dinner when he was feeling better.
I did not have too wait long because Glenn was up and feeling better before I knew it. He took me out on an official date, just he and I. He borrowed his mom's white Ford and drove over to my house across the street at seven o'clock and picked me up. We first went to the Don Quijote Restaurant for dinner. We were seated right next to the bar. Glenn was very self-conscious about his baseball hat that he wore to cover his all too soon bald head. He was so well-man nered that he felt uncomfortable wearing a hat during dinner, yet too all concerned he looked like a typical teenage boy. It was fun going out with such a good friend, especially when we both were not too im pressed with the food.
After dinner we went out to the car. We both almost fell on the ice which covered the parking lot during these cold winter months. As we began pulling out of the parking lot he became stuck on the ice. I was useless to him in getting us out. Finally he called to some peple walking by to help us out. We were soon out and readyto go see a show. We headed for the Cottonwood Mall Theatres to see\"Take Down”. This date was better than any girl could ask for.
These are only a few of the many memorable experiences which I am glad I had with Glenn. He was a remarkable man. He was a true example and will always be special to me. He went through a lot at a young age but never once gave in or let it get the best of him. Whenever I am down and discouraged he will always be aninspiration to me. I am so grateful to have known someone as strong and courageous as Glenn.
WHAT NOBODY SAW
A boy of hope vs. a man of courage
by Taylor Wilson
What kind of person Glenn Freebairn really was can only be expressed through my thoughts and feelings which have developed to wards him. Glenn was always a great guy to be around. It seemed like he would go out of his way to make sure others very happy and having a good time. For example, we started a tradition between our selves which was to go to Fernwood's Ice Gream Store and take turns treating each other to whatever the other wanted. It was either a “double thick banana malt" or one of our favorites, a "pigs dinner ,which tend to have ice cream oozing over the edge of the bowl onto the table. As kids are, this little spill somehow ended up covering the entire table. We usually would take this time to share stories we might have heard or we would express our appreciation and concerns for one another.
Glenn had a strange but unique way of meeting people, mainly girls. He had a. way of making girls feel a little extra special. Glenn would all the time just go up to a girl and begin talkingto them by saying ''Hey sweetheart" or “Hi cutie.” I was told of one experience which Glenn was in a restaurant with some friends. Glenn walked up to the parents of one young lady and said, “That sure is a hot ticket you've got there." People seemed to be shocked at his forwardness but it was just his way of being friendly.
Glenn and I enjoyed double dating together, I think mainly because it was much funner than dating alone. I remember on one occasion, Glenn had asked this girl to go out with him that he had known some years ago. But he had not seen her since. I suppose that as the years increased in numbers so had she. I think I was as surprised by the look on Glenn's face as he was at her. We both began to laugh between ourselves and I don't think we stopped until the night was over. Neither of the girls knew why we were laughing so hard.They probably just thought we had gone crazy.
Although there are many events I could write about, these are just a few of my most cherished memories. The most important of these is in all that I learned from Glenn and my feeling towards him.
Glenn was filled with tremendous courage. Every day he was reminded of the possibility that some day he might die. Glenn never gave up the fight to live, even though he spent most of his last eight months in bed, he would never give up. It took all he had at times to fight the pain. I never heard him once complain about it.
Glenn was the strongest person I have ever known, not so much physicaily but mentally and spiritually. He had the will to carry on and carry others with his strength.
Glenn was an ideal example in my life. He stood up for what he believed in and was not willing to back down to others. He bad a love for his family that no one could ever match. Glenn was always one hundred miles ahead of me but I know that by his example and by his help I can too become as successful as he was and someday I hope to catch up.
He played life the way he p0layed hockey, refusing to accept defeat until the final whistle--always looking for the victory even when faced with unreal odds. Hius gaosl alway seemd to be that of a man looking for the
"ONE OF MY OWN"
by Patricia Wilson
Myheart wants to cry when I think of Glenn. He was like one of mine, and I feel a great loss. He had courage hard to match.
As our family would sit at the kitchen table eating breakfast we could see the Freebairn's home. Glenn would walk over each morning to ride to school with Taylor. Always there would be a smile on Glenn's face. He would grab a chair and sit with us at the table after his special good morning.Glenn was grateful for the mornings; you could see it in his eyes and tell it in his smile and you knew the words were real. Mornings have never been my favorite time of day; but when Glenn would open the door, peek his head around--as if to see if we were up yet. Then his face would light up with his special smile and greet us all good morning. Our family would greet him back, some times with, “What’s good about it?" And Glenn would always let us know. Now mornings are a special time of day to me because of Glenn.
Glenn was a realist, he knew how sick he was, but never let it stop him from what he wanted to do. He never wanted pity from anyone. I remember a time when he was really ill. Taylor had over to get him to·spend the evening with us watching T.V.. Aswe tried to make him comfortable and put a blanket on him, he made jokes about his illness. It seemed as if he was trying to comfort us. Later that same evening as it was time for him to go home, he let Taylor help him off the couch. Taylor gave him a hand as he had many times before to h e l p him. Glenn gave out a cry of pain. That is when I knew Glenn1s body was beginning to weaken. But as always Glenn smiled and joked as he left our home.
Glenn had a strength to play hockey, tennis or any other activity even at his weakest moments. He would tell us how bad he had played, yet that was Glenn's world. That's where he wanted to be.
When Glenn went to sleep on August 12, 1979, he had given his all. No one fought harder than he had. He was prepared-. mentally and spiritually. Our family learned many things from this young man. We love him dearly and shall always remember him.
"GLENN"
A special friend
by Ezra Wilson
He played life the way he played hockey, refusing to accept defeat until the final whistle--always looking for the victory even when faced with unreal odds. His goal always seemd to be that of a man who had to squeeze one hundred years into a lifetime of a half dozen years.
In his work he would often be the one to set the mood and the pace of the job with his enthusiastic zest for life, while much of the time his body would be fatigued and want to stop, Glenn stubbornly would refuse to quit. He would drink another quart of chocolate milk between jobs, a short rest, and he would be ready to tackle another job. Probably Glenn's special zest for life created this remarkable courage and endurance that was hard not to envy.
Customers and fellow workers always appreciated his speclal warmth---discouragement and anger seemed to never be a part of Glenn. If he experienced these feelings be was always successful in keeping them hid from any onlookers.
As I reflect back on the man "GLENN" with so many qualties and traits to admire, I most appreciate his personal system of values:
*DON'T GIVE UP TOO QUICK
*PRACTICE OPTIMISM AT ALL TIMES
*CREATE WARMTH IN ALL SITUATIONS
*FIND 'l'HE GOOD IN ALL
*TEMPER ALL SITUATIONS WITH A TOUCH OF HUMOR
*FIGHT ALWAYS TO WIN
Glenn was a "Life Toucher”
He touched mine.
MEMORIES OF A GOOD FRIEND
by Pam Parkin
It was a typical Salt Lake summer day with a few fluffy clouds lazily drifting across a bright blue sky. It was quiet around the house. My parents and brothers were working. The phone rang. It was my best friend Shellie Wilson.
''Hi Pam, what are you doing?"
"Nothing," I replied.
"Neither am I. Why don't you come over and let' s walk down to Foothill Village."
I agreed even though I didn't relish walking over there but I thought it would be better than just laying around the house.
Shellie asked me to come in for a minute. We were in her bedroom when I heard this noise.
''What's that?", I asked.
'It's Glenn. Haven't you met him? He's our neighbor."
With that she stuck her head out the window.
"Glenn", she hollered. "This is Pam Parkin. Pam, this is Glenn Freebairn."
We exchanged hi's. I didn't even give him a second thought except to think he was rather skinny standing out there shirtless.I saw him numerous times after that first meeting always when I was at the Wil
On Thursday, September 1, 1966, Shellie and Tayolr picked me up. I remember it well because it was my first Highland High stomp as a freshman. I ran out of the house when I heard the car's horn. I got in and saw Glenn. With the excitement and anxiety of the stomp I thought the more the merrier. It was a lot of fun. I danced a few dances with Glenn. His politeness and quiet voice was impressive.
The next night Taylor, Shellie and Glenn came by. It was a warm night and it was the Labor Day weekend, the last long weekend of the summer vacation. In fact, it was like a farewell to the sunrmer of 1977. We talked about different ideas to do on this occasion. Movies were discussed but an agreement couldn't be reached so we decided to just cruise the neighborhood. We drove to Foothill Village and got an ice cream cone at Fernwoods. The discussion was centered around the upcoming school year at Highland. Imagine a freshman at the school I had heard so much about and had looked forward to attending as long as I could remember. The others pretty much. shared my sentiments_.
School started with all the typical hustle and bustle. After the initial experience or maybe I should say shock, things set tled dow to the routine. However, on Thursday, September 29th, as I was doing some lessons in my room, Mom hollered to me that Shellie -washere. Taylor and Glenn were outside in the car. Shellie asked if I wanted to go "cruising" with them. I asked my parents’ permission and when I said I would be home about 9 p.m. they let me go. We just drove around te1king about school. Again Glenn's politeness was impressive..
There were occasions of running into him in the halls with a conservative hello but nothing else until Wednesday, October 5th. There was a knock at the door. I opened the door and there was a friend of Glenn's, David Henshaw, standing there all dressed up in a suit, shirt and tie holding a beautiful silver platter on which was a delicate looking, long-stemmed red rose and card. The card was from Glenn asking me to Highland High's Homecoming Dance on October 20th.
I was thrilled andreally impressed. I had never had a date. You see my parents would not let me date until I was 16 years old. Oh, how I thought how much I wanted to go with Glenn but how could I get permission from Mom & Dad. I thcug ht of a plan...talk it over with Mom, get her to understand the importance and then I would ask Dad. Mom wouldn't be caught by surprise. Perhaps she could help me with Dad. Great Plan! Well I started out fine and proceeded smoothly. The time came for me to lay the question cm Dad. I was so nervous but it was worth it to go to the Homecoming Dance with Glenn.
I thought the best time would be after Family Home Evening. Things didn't start out too good. My emotions were difficult to explain and rather hard to remember but the two things that stick in my mind is that I wanted to go with Glenn and that after Mom helped me, Dad agreed with the ruling that I could go to church and school functions if he approved of the boy and I was home by midnight.I could hardly wait to answer Glenn.
Now what was a good way to do that. I discussed it with my family. We discarded first one and then another idea. Finally we reached an agreement. Bake a chocolate cake, put it on a nicely decorated cardboard with the word "yes" written on it so when he ate the cake he would find the answer.
Mom drove me over. I tip-toed up to the front door, placed it on the porch, rang the door bell and raced to the car.
The next day he complimented on how good the cake was and that he was impressed with the idea.
A few nights before the dance Shellie and I were talking on about school and the upcoming Homecoming Dance. Shellie sparkles, always has. Tonight she was her usual excitable person but I felt there was something else. I couldn't put my finger on it so I didn't pursue it.
After school and dance preparation talk, our con versation just drifted. Nothing important! Never-t heless, I felt she had something else to tell me so I kept talking. This sticks so vividly in my mind. It came. Shellie said, “Pam, Glenn has leukemia." That was what it was and I knew she wasn't kidding because I had that feeling during our conversation. I didn't know what to say. I thinkI blurted out some inane thing like "are you sure?" I definitely knewleukemia was cancer of the blood and I knew it was serious but I didn't know about treatments nor how one gets it. I usually connected it with older people. I thought, "Why should a young boy get such a disease.?" Do I mention anything to him about it?" I thought better than to say anything.
The night before the dance there was a pep rally at school. I wanted to go so I could be even more a part of the homecoming activities. Glenn called to ask if I would like to go to the rally. Taylor and he were going and Shellie had squirmed an invitation from Taylor. So the four of us went with all the enthusiasm a high school freshman could muster. It was good because I was so exhausted I didn't have any trouble getting to sleep the night before the big dance.
The day finally arrived!! First came the homecoming game. I sat with Glenn. It was just a perfect way to get psyched for the dance. He said he would pick me up at 7:00.
There was a knock on the door. I asked Mom to answer it. She invited Glenn in. He had a corsage box in his hand••,gold, I think. I opened it. It was beautiful, blue carnations and baby breath. I asked Glenn to pin it on me. He was hesitant and seemed nervous, My mom interrupted the silence with, "I'll help you." Glenn didn't seem to mind,
I made the introductions and made some last minute checks. I gave Glenn a boutonniere and a smile, We walked down the stairs, He opened the door and there in the fading. autumn light was a huge white limousine. As the chauffeur opened the door for me I couldn't help but notice the luxurious blue interior. You read correctly; the boys had rented a limousine complete with a uniformed chauffeur.
We triple-dated with Taylor and his date, Lorraine Gottfredson, Dave Henshaw & Sally Christensen. Everyone looked so perfect for a homecoming dance. We went to Porter Rockwell's Restaurant for dinner before the dance. I wasn't really sure about what to order I mean Glenn was paying for it. Then if you order something what comes with it. Glenn helped me and made it so easy for me to understand. I love steak so I ordered Filet Mignon. I felt it was too expensive but Glenn made me feel so comfortable about it, In fact, it made it more memorable. Oh, everyone enjoyed their dinner and everything was so perfect, However, the thought of leukemia did come into mind occasionally but I made sure I didn't show it. Sometimes I would catch myself looking at Glenn but he didn't seem to think anything about it.
From Porter Rockwell's we went to Highland for the dance. It was what I had expected, the corsage, the limousine and Porter Rockwell's, Glenn and I danced and danced, It was such a wonderful night for my first date. I'll never forget it. It was tbe perfect first date a young girl would ever dream of having. For that reason and our fun times with Shellie and Taylor I'll never forget Glenn.
This made it difficult for me as the months went by. Glenn was special. His politeness, thoughtfulness, his spirit still is deep in my heart.
After the homecoming dance we sat together at alot of Highland football games, no I guess all of them. Then there was the “cruising" during that fall of 1977 and of course the stomps with Taylor, Shellie, Glenn and me.
After the fall I didn't see Glenn as much as before, even at school. It was almost like some power didn't even let us run into each other. I always kept in touch with Glenn's progress through Shellie.
In the summer of 1978, I returned from a youth conference. Shellie called and there was no conversation about my trip or "even the passing of news," She came right to the point. "Glenn is in the hospital and super sick," I didn't know what to say except I remember I wanted to go and see him in the hospital. I wanted my mom to go with me. She's so great and agreed without a question. He wascordial and polite although he was so thin and gaunt. I swearI could put my thumb and index finger around his wrist.
On our trip home Mom and I discussed how terrible cancer was and how blessed we were to have good health.
Months passed to weeks, weeks passed to days and days passed to hours. By this time Glenn was home. I called Mrs. Freebairn on the phone. Glenn had been such a part of my growing up I wanted to see him. Mrs. Freebairn said, "Are you sure?" I confidently said, "yes." He looked very sick yet was so courageous. Glenn was special because he was my first date: because he helped me withthe boy-girl relatiosnhip; because he made rne eel like a lady; because he made everything special and exciting. Glenn will always have a special place in my heart.
The next day he died. It is hard to describe losing such a good friend. In fact, I can't except to say, "Goodbye, Glenn. I'll1 never forget you and you have strengthened my life."
SON DIES; MOM FINDS PEACE
by Carolyn J. Freebairn
(Don and Carolyn J. Freebairn’s teen-age son died earlier this year. They are members of the Monument Fark 9th Ward, Salt Lake Monument Fark Stake. Sister Freebairn shares some of the things that have helped her cope with her son's death. "Church News", 30 Aug. 1980, p.15)
So many "whys" plagued my mind the night our 17-year old son, Glenn, passed away after a long, courageous battle with leukemia. Throughout our four-year struggle, a dear member of our ward exemplified true sisterhoodw with her unrelenting kindnesses of understannding and caring and support. For she, too, had lost a son. I felt the Lord was using her as an instrument in our behalf the eve- ning Glenn died as she quoted these comforting words: "Each time one door closes another door opens," I kept a constant, yearning prayer in my heart as I clung hopefully to her words, for I hungered so for peace.
At this time our f amily was concerned that my 20-year old nephew, Myron, had not served a mission and he didn't seem interested in serving one, Myron was with us the Sunday evening that Glenn returned to his heavenly home. He felt the power of the priesthood in the final blessing that gave Glenn a peaceful and sweet release from the trials of this life.
He realized our complete dependency upon God in our mortal life. Myron seriously reflected. He remembered how Glenn was looking forward to his 19th birthday when he could fulfill his deepest desire to serve a mission for Heavenly Father.
Humbly recalling Glenn's fervent desire in spite of his physical limitations, Myron took a good look at himself and knew that he was without excuse. His soul was stirred. The family witnessed the miraculous change as Myron, with determination, zeal and testimony, prepared for his mission.
Myron had informed me a few days earlier, "I want you to know that because of Glenn I have decided to go on a mission." And, during this time, my friend's quotation stayed constantly in my mind accompanied by tears of satisfaction.
I concluded that this seemed so typical of Glenn. He had been an all-around athlete and had been awarded numerous trophies for his accomplishments during his short life, But Glenn was not so much concerned about how many points he could score personally. He cared about the team as a whole. He was a team player and he worked hard for the succeess of the team. So, it wasn't a surprise, after all, that Glenn would want to serve on Heavenly Father’s and Myron ' s winning team.
Though not always to our immediate comprehension, God works in a multiplicity of ways to accomplish divine purpose. And because one door has closed, I rejoice that many doors of His children in the mission field are now being opened to the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Now the peace, that only the Gospel of Jesus Christ can provide, is mine.
BOY WITH A BALL
by Dix and Mary Jean Waddell
He knew what to do with a ball.
He could throw one. toss one. or hit one.
He could play any game at all
Enough to hear "Well done, my son."
He played all his games by the rules,
Soon learning to be a good sport.
His skill and caring were his tools
As he played any field or court.
One day he was given a new game
With the toughest of rules to learn
He just returned each serve that came
But played his best game every turn.
MORE THAN ENDURANCE
by Gretta Eggett
Enduring to the end was not enough for Glenn Freebairn, as he did more than endure. He lived fully the principle of loving the Lord with all his heart, might, mind, and strength, and served Him fully through his Church assignments and also through serving his fel- lowmen. I admired him for his faithfulness. It was a faith promoting experience just to see him each Sunday at the Sacrament Table administering the Sacrament or passing the Sacrament. He probably would have been more comfortable in bed because of the pain and discomfort he was going through. He had a lot of faith and taught all of us in the ward about faith as he served. He was certainly courageous and also taught us a lot about courage.
Leo and I didn't have the opportunity to know him long, just the few years we were in the ward. Our association with him was at the ward, or occasionally at the family home. When I was in their home I noticed a closeness between Glenn and his mother, Carolyn, that few mothers and sons have. I enjoyed hearing him talk and joke with Carolyn.. One time when I called at the home he was making something nice for his friends. He was making some beautiful articles out of plastic sheets including book marks, key chains, pictures, etc. He would trace designs or make artistic designs freehand, or write some thing meaningful, and then color them, se were then cooked in a slow oven to make a miniature article. This was called "Shrink Art" and came in a kit. It was most unusual and beautiful, and he was doing this to brighten the lives of others, and he also enjoyed doing this.
Glenn was a young man of great faith in the Lord and The power of the Priesthood. We believe he lived worthy of the Priesthood he held in this life and in the life he is now living. Glenn's great faith and wonderful spirit was felt by Leo as he assist ed in administering to him. We love all of your family and loved arid appreciated Glenn. We're sure he has earned a great reward and is building a mansion for the rest of the family to join him someday.
HEAP O' LIVING
by Lottie P. Joyner Black
Glenn was a wonderful and unusual grandson. He seemed to sense his time was short and would take a "Heap o' living" to get in a full life. The first time I not iced this was when he was a very small boy and I went with his family to their "Lagoon Day." We were late. The games and contests were in progress or about half over. Glenn broke loose from us, jumped into the contest and began winning. He played hard and fast and I believe he won in almost everything he entered.
I was so sorry for him when he fell victim to leukemia. Trying to sympathize with him, I told him (being a diabetic) we must develop patience for we both had conditions we had to learn to live with. When I had surgery, Carolyn dressed the wound several times. Once when Glenn was here I asked Carolyn to drape me so· Glenn could see the wound and realize he wasn't alone with problems. It was an ugly, angry wound. Glenn turned away terrified.
Glenn was an excellent driver. Many times he came for me or brought me home. He must have known the anxiety a grandmother can experience with a new driver, but he constantly assured me what hewas going to do and why. He would say, "I could have made that light but we are not in a hurry are we?. I throughly enjoyed riding with him, even when he was so short he could hardly see out the windshield.
Glenn's favorite dessert was Banana pudding. I cooked dozens for him. He ate them as long as he could eat. Once I fixed one for him in such a hurry, I forgot to put the bananas in. So it was a Vanilla or Bananaless pudding. Since Glenn left I have not wanted another Banana pudding.
Carolyn varied Glenn's diet to encourage him to eat. One day he spent the day with me, and I tried to prepare something different. She said he had almost lost his appetite, and was down to where he would only try a toasted cheese sandwich. I placed many things on his tray to tempt him. I told him to try everything, if only a taste. One thing I remember he liked was the grape juice. This was before his mouth was so sore and this did not burn then.
Wehad just returned from Moab. David’s daughter, LaDean, made some popcorn balls. I had one on Glenn's tray. He couldn't eat it then but said, "Grandma, can I take it home with me?" I hope he could eat it later for he had looked at it a long time here.
I have over two dozen grandchildren and great-grand children. Grandpa David has over a dozen but he surprised me when we were on a tour to Mexico and the Book of Mormon land. In every town and on every street corner we saw men demonstrating pretty toy, a man dancing. David said I want one for Glenn. The next stop the toy was purchased for Glenn. He was not ill then but he was the only child to receive a gift from Mexico.
All the time Glenn was in the hospital I tried to think of a gift he could use. Finally I discovered something that really thrilled him. Carolyn & Don had to go out of town. I went to spend two nights with them and prepare their meals. The weather was very hot. When I walked in Glenn's nurse was in the bedroom with Glenn. They were burning up. I had taken a box fan over with me and turned it on them in the bedroom. Glenn liked that. When I returned home, I called Glenn and said, "I have searched for something you can use and now I believe I have found it. Would you like to have a fan?" He said, "Oh, yes I would like that." I told him I would start out the next morning and go until I found him one. It was very late in the season. Most stores had sold out. I believed I canvassed every store between my home and his but all depleted of fans. When I walked into his bedroom he was sitting up in bed reading the morning paper. He said, "I found two fans in the paper. One is too high but the cheaper one will be ok." I told him to forget the price i I would get the one he wanted. His mother went with me to get his fan. I was so glad to find one thing he really wanted. I know he enjoyed it, and it was thelast thing I heard him ask for Sunday night before he left. "Tum on the fan!"
Glenn was very independent and had so much courage. Saturday, the day before he left, I saw him reeling and rocking with weakness, get out of bed and walk alone to the restroom. I don't know how he did this for he had not eaten food for months. He couldn't have had much strength to walk.
"When one door closes another doors opens." This sign was hanging on the wall of my apartment in the mission field. Many doors closed and·many opened. The first day we tracted, my companion took the first home to teach me how. The next was a large, beautiful home. As we stepped on the first step, my companion said, “This one is all yours." It was the home of an official of the Catholic Church. I rang the bell, A very handsome young gentleman answered. I gave the proper introduction. He said, "You look so happy in your work." I answered, "We are very happy.” Almost before I could complete my sentence. BANG went the door in my face.
This was my very first home and so discouraging, Many doors closed. When I would get home and read my sign, I would go out again with re newed hope and great courage. Many doors opened.
This slogan reminds me of Glenn. One life on this earth closed, another opened.
Myron Joyner, another grandson and Glenn's first cousin, sat with Glenn his last evening until the end. Long after mid night or in the wee hours of Monday morning Myron brought me home. He said, among other things, "I am so ashamed. Glenn was so anxious to fill his mission and couldn't. I can and will not." This was in August. The following October, on my 75th birthday, Myron announced hewas going on his mission. He is now serving in the Phillippines. When there less than a month he had his first baptism. His mother called and read in her last letter he now has 27 ready for baptism. I feel like Glenn is still filling his mission on earth. He must be helping Myron as he helped his sister Carla in the mission field.
We know for Glenn to go was the work of our Heavenly Father. We saw that through the power of the Priesthood. But we are so thankful for the blessing that a wonderful mission came through this.
"One life closes, another opens."
How happy Glenn's Grandmother Freebairn and Grandfathers Freebairn and Joyner must be to have Glenn. We also have much to look forward to. For soon, we shall all be reunited.
GOOD IMPRESSIONS
by Sharon Robinson
God's Promises
His watchful eye hath never swayed from me
. He gave me light and life and will to live.
From this I have the power to be free,
My love to share and time with which to give.
He promised me His love and light would shine
If I would from His teachings learn to grow.
For then I would like Him become divine,
And reap the blessings promised long ago.
For this I try my hardest to forget
The little things in life that get me down.
I look to Him and know that I am set
And go through life with never any frown.
I try my best to do the right each day
To follow Him in each and every way.
To me, this poem is Glenn Freebairn's life. It was be cause of him I wrote it. He was a perfect example of courage and persistance.
I had the honor of having Glenn in my physical Science class when we were sophomores. I can remember on lecture days the class would get totally bored and pay no attention. If the teachertold a stupid joke no one would laugh, except Glenn. I asked him one day why he laughed. He replied, ''Somebody's got to make him feel good!" That made me laugh, You'll have to understand that the teach er is somewhat lacking upstairs. Glenn was in our lab group. There were three girls and Glenn. Of course he enjoyed that. We would usually talk and occasionally answer a question. Glenn was always carefree and not much interested in the course. That made it fun, and bearable, for us,
Hockey was one of Glenn's favorite sports. I had be come slightly interested and during sophomore year Glenn helped to get me involved. I attended every game and loved them. There were several occasions in which I was able to ride to games with the Freebairn family. It was at this time I learned that Glenn was a true gentle man. Instead of honking for me to come out, Glenn would come to the door and ge me. When they dropped me off, he would walk me to the door, This really impressed me. It was partly from this I realized what a neat family Glenn came from and that he was something special.
Summertime came quickly and we went our separate ways. About one month later, I received a phone call from Glenn inviting me to go on a date. He told me he had something to tell me. After the movie, and on our way to ice cream, he paused for a moment to apolo gize for having been so rude and obnoxious to me in the past. He wanted us to be friends. This also impresed me that he would go to so much trouble just to apologize, and even apologize. I had already forgiven him.
These are just a few of Glenn's experiences that I wasable to be a part of. I'm grateful to have had the opportunity to share them with others. He had a great impact on me. I will never forget the example he set for me and the love and courage he gave to everyone.
GLENN
by Caroline E. Miner
I think of you, Glenn, often,
And as long as you are remembered
You are not gone.
Wheneve rl say my husband’s name
Glenn, I'm reminded of you.
Whenever the sacrament is
Administered and passed
I think of your faithfulness In those duties.
Whenever I see Promised Valley
You are there again.
Whenever I see young boys Happy at sports and games
You are there.
Whenever I see your parents
And family
You are there also.
Eternal is many things.
It is you, Glenn.
MY BROTHER, GLENN
by David R. Freebairn
August 12, 1979
There is a necessity to write on this special day. My brother, Glenn, died on this day and I feel that my posterity will be greatly benefited by reading of the events of the past few weeks,
On July 1, 1975 Glenn went to the hospital. At that time it was discovered that he had leukemia. He had been playing ten nis that morning and had won his match. He was to play another match but because of a great arm and shoulder pain Dad thought it best to see a doctor. I was on my mission in Argentina at that time.
For over four years Glenn has tolerated patiently with this cancer. When he has been well he has been energetic. I have typed below the obituary notice which describes the great many things he accomplished during those ensuing years
Glenn Russell Freebairn, 17, died Aug. 12, 1979, following a courageous battle against leu kemia Glenn was born Oct. 11,· 1961, in Salt Lake City, to Don R. and Carolyn Joyner Freebairn. He would have been a senior at Highland High School, where he had been active in atheletics. He lettered three years in both tennis and hockey. As an active member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, he held the office of priest. was recipient of the "Duty to God" Award. Was active in the seminary program and performed for three years in "Promised Valley," He was a mem ber of the Salt Lake Swimming and Tennis Club and was employed by Stevens-Brown Sports and "Miracle Worker."
Survivors: parents. brothers, David and Dan, all of Salt Lake City; sister, Carla, currently serving LDS mission in Uruguay: maternal grandmo ther, Lottie Joyner Black, Salt Lake City.
Funeral services Wednesday noon in Monument Park 9th LDS Ward, 1565 S. Foothill Blvd. Friends may call at Larkin Mortuary, 260 E. South Temple, Tuesday 6-8 p.m. and one hour prior to services.
Interment, Sunset Lawn Memorial Fark. The family suggests contributions to the Primary Children's Medical Center.
Two weeks ago Dad was made 1st counselor in the bishopric. I felt that great things would happen in this bishopric. And then last week our ward held a special fast for Glenn. Monday Glenn started an upswing. Then Tuesday morning Mom's best friend, Betty Hogan, came to visit. It was at that time that Mom first accepted the fact that Glenn might die. I couldn't understand it because he looked so improved Monday. Friday morning, Marsha Nobis (Glenn's nurse) telephoned and she and Richard O'Brien (Glenn's doctor) wanted to see Glenn and Mom at the hospital. Later that day Marsha came to the house and informed Mom that Glenn was not going to make it. Friday night Mom called me downstairs to inform me that she was told that we were going to lose Glenn. Mom and Dad went out to dinner and at that time Dad was given the news. Marsha came to the house and talked to us about this whole thing.
Saturday was a hard day because Glenn was in so much pain. But, he did not complain. I had hoped that he would die that day but it was not to be. Taylor Wilson (Glenn's best friend) had been in Ogden for a mini mission but decided to come home and see Glenn before he went.
Sunday brought us a day of rest and also to Glenn.
Many people came to see Glenn and many were shocked to see him in that condition. Again he was in much pain, Mom was given a tranquilizer to give her nerves a break. Glenn has an unconquerable spirit and he fought to live. But he did tell Mom that he was going home. But because he loved his family and friends so much he desired to be with us. At around 10:00 p.m. Mom and Dad conferred and it was decided that he would be given a blessing. I annointed his head and Dad sealed the annointing. While Dad was telling him to go home to his Father we felt two sighs of relief. In that prayer Glenn was told to let go and return to the God who gave him life. He was told that angels were in the room to take him home. We all waited in the room after the prayer for him to die. But he wanted to wait until his nurse was there to be with him. And then he gave up the ghost. It was such a beautiful death and he was in great peace. Glenn was then greeted by his friends, family and loved ones in a joyous reunion. We praise the Lord for Glenn's life'. He is serving a mission now and we will all be blessed for having known him.
The preceeding story is true and I wish to tell thereader about my feelings concerning this event.
I know that there is a God who loves each one of us and is concerned about us because he 1s literally the Father of our spir it. When Glenn died his body was left behind and his spirit went to his spiritual father. Our spirits have existed for eons of time and will continue to live forever.
Before we came to earth we met with with God. We real ized that He is a perfect being and we wanted to be like Him. He told us that in order to do so we would· have to go through what He himself had previously gone through. The plan of coming to earth was present ed. He told us that during this mortal period we would prove to Him whether or not we would obey the commandments He set forth. He told us that a veil or a blank would be drawn over our minds so that we would not remember our pre-mortal life. But, God said he would not leave us alone. First of all, He would give to each man the Spirit of Christ or what is commonly referred to as our conscience which tells us the difference between good and bad or right and wrong. In other words, when God placed us here on earth to see how we would do in this testing period He did not do so without providing help. Other aids besides our cons c i e nc,e have been given us. Prayer is one such aid. It is an opportunity to actually talk to our maker and to receive person instruction to guide us in our individual lives. Because God knows each of us intimately and because He loves us He will listen to the sincere in heart. By Him we are taught how to conduct ourselves so that we may return to Him.
We have the option of whether or not we will follow this advice God gives to us. Because we are the spirit children of God we each have god-like qualities and the potential of becoming as.Godis. Having those potential qualities makes our spirits strive to be more god-like. And, unless we are trying to improve our lives by our actions we are frustrating ourselves. Although we cannot remember the pre-earth life we do feel the desire to be better persons. The few short years we live on earth are a test and all of us can pass. Being the children of God He will do all in his power to help us but He will not do the work for us. We must prove to Him that we can suc ceed with His help.
If we are obedient to God's rules we will be reunited with our loved ones in a state of never ending happiness. But that reward is reserved only for the righteous who have made a sincere ef fort.
Now we all make mistakes and that is why Heavenly Father has given us a chance to change our lives. We must pray to Him for forgiveness and tell Him that we will change our lives. He will give us the help to change.
This plan has been designed for our happiness. Children of God are gods in embryo.
I know that God lives. I know that what I have told you is the truth because I have asked Him myself. God loves us deep ly. He laughs, cries and struggles with us in our daily lives. I challenge you to ask God for yourself if what I have told you is the truth. He will answer you and that answer will give you a reason tobetter your life.
I will close with the words of a song that I learned as a child:
Thank you, Allyson for placing these stories and memories about Glenn Freebairn on the Highland High website! I appreciate your work and extra effort for making this available to all of us! I thank the people who wrote their thoughts and feelings about Glenn and his life!
I remember Glenn. I think I met him once or maybe twice. He made such a positive impression on my life! He was a good friend with Wendy Johnson and Kelly Fletcher and Cindy Anderson and Evelyn Rudolph. Wait a minute, the list can go on. I think he was a genuine friend to all of the women at Highland High! I think he could see the value in each person and he made me feel important and special. I believe he was genuine and that he loved everyone!
I met him at a square dance. I was introduced to him and he wanted to know my name. He was not arrogant. He was not cocky. He was not distant. Glenn had a very warm and gentle and kind personality as well as a whole lot of fun! He was very kind to me and treated me with respect as he did all of the ladies at the dance. I think that Glenn danced with every young woman at the dance and he was nice to all of us. He made that dance one of the most fun dances that I went to in high school! Probably because he was dancing and dancing with everybody and having a great time and encouraging everyone to have a great time. I never forgot Glenn and I very much appreciate his special treatment and kindness and compassion to all of us. He treated us with a great deal of respect and in return, I think every young woman had a special place in their heart for Glenn. Then, I heard the sad news of his death and I still cry. It is amazing how I could meet him one or two times and felt very impressed by him. He truly touched my heart!
Thank you, Carol, for adding your thoughts and memories. I think Glenn would be smiling to think his impact is still fresh and positive. He touched many lives, encouraging us all to seek good in all and in everyone.
Allyson Jensen (Egbert)
https://www.ancestry.com/search/?name=Glenn_Freebairn&birth=1961&death=1979&_phtarg=aAd3&queryId=ccad563cfc8161615dc6ca9231616222&successSource=SearchAllyson Jensen (Egbert)
https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/42691118Allyson Jensen (Egbert)
About six months into my mission, my thirteen-year-old brother, Glenn, was diagnosed with leukemia. While my parents wrote to me of the diagnosis, they did not tell me that the doctors said he would probably live only for a year. He actually lived for four more years. Glenn had a tremendous desire to serve a mission, but he was too young and was not healthy. It was a very sacred moment when I was able to participate with my father as he gave Glenn a blessing indicating that he had faithfully completed his life's mission. He passed away about 30 minutes later and entered the Spirit World. While losing a child is devastating, my father was especially agitated and unsettled. He felt that Glenn was urging him to get his temple work done. But we thought there was a one year waiting period. My dad decided to go to the temple and speak with a member of the temple presidency. He explained that Glenn had been a faithful 17-year-old Priest at the time of his death. The presidency member then told him that there was no waiting period in these situations. Within a few days we attended the temple and my dad completed the essential ordinances for Glenn. While Dad would mourn over the loss of his son, he was no longer anxious. We believe that Glenn was telling him that he had been called on a mission to the World of Spirits. But he would be unable to fulfill that calling without the blessings of the temple. For Glenn, those blessings included his ordination as an Elder and the endowment.
Allyson Jensen (Egbert)
Recently I came across this compilation of stories, some written by Highland classmates, describing Glenn's life in highschool, prior to his death. It was collected by his brother for the benefit of everyone who knew him, to keep his memory alive. Glenn was courageous, kind and a true friend to many. We have missed him, but his influence for good lives on.
W O R T H Y B E Y O N D TH I S LIFE
a compilation of stories about the life of
GLENN RUSSELL FREEBAIRN
printed Dec 1980
FORWARD
Over the last year I have wanted somehow to preserve the memory of my brother, GLENN RUSSELL FREEBAIRN, for my posterity and for the benefit of his friends whose lives were affected. I was well aware of the fact that if I tried to take on such a task by myself that much would be left out because I was not around Glenn 24 hrs. a day. Because of the effort of many people this book of stor ies about my brother's life is available for all to enjoy. I am greatly indebted to the writers of these stories for their taking the time to write about Glenn. As stated before, this task would have been impossible without them. I hope that all who read the contents herein will be strengthened by the example that Glenn showed to all of us.
Sincerely,
David R. Freebairn
"My MAIN MAN" GLENN
by Shellie Wilson
Our family moved into the neighborhood the summer of my eighth grade year. For a long time I never knew that cute boy across the street. I would see him once in a while in his tennis shorts or hockey uniform but other than that I never knew who he was. Then my brother and he became really good friends. I rather enjoyed this. It gave me a chance to get to know him. Once I did get to know him, we became good friends. He would always invite me and my cute friends {never the ugly ones, they were not any fun) to do things with him and Taylor. One time all the guys in the neighborhood, which amounted to about seven, were going to see a movie. They had invited my friend Pam Parkin and I to come along. The odds were amusing but fun.
After knowing Glenn for a while I became his "main woman." This alway s flattered me to know that no matter how many girlfriends he had I was still his main woman. In turn he became my "main man." The nicknames stuck. It seemed that since I was his main woman, Taylor and he had to keep an eye on the boys whom I dated. He was never afraid to voice his opinion on a boy he didn't think I shouuld be dating. This big brotherly concern vas always there and I 'knew I had better watch out. It was now two brotherly guardians in stead of one.
During my sophomore year there were many girl's choice dances of which I, as a girl, was expected to attend. The first one was the Christmas Dance sponsored by the Pep Club. Glenn often would mention this to me. After weeks of subtle hints, I asked him. Then to our disappointment he was unable to go due to his illness. The year before I had asked him to the Valentine's Dance and he was also unable to go due to his illness. Each time he was very cute and apologetic about it. He then promised to take me out to dinner when he was feeling better.
I did not have too wait long because Glenn was up and feeling better before I knew it. He took me out on an official date, just he and I. He borrowed his mom's white Ford and drove over to my house across the street at seven o'clock and picked me up. We first went to the Don Quijote Restaurant for dinner. We were seated right next to the bar. Glenn was very self-conscious about his baseball hat that he wore to cover his all too soon bald head. He was so well-man nered that he felt uncomfortable wearing a hat during dinner, yet too all concerned he looked like a typical teenage boy. It was fun going out with such a good friend, especially when we both were not too im pressed with the food.
WHAT NOBODY SAW
A boy of hope vs. a man of courage
by Taylor Wilson
What kind of person Glenn Freebairn really was can only be expressed through my thoughts and feelings which have developed to wards him. Glenn was always a great guy to be around. It seemed like he would go out of his way to make sure others very happy and having a good time. For example, we started a tradition between our selves which was to go to Fernwood's Ice Gream Store and take turns treating each other to whatever the other wanted. It was either a “double thick banana malt" or one of our favorites, a "pigs dinner ,which tend to have ice cream oozing over the edge of the bowl onto the table. As kids are, this little spill somehow ended up covering the entire table. We usually would take this time to share stories we might have heard or we would express our appreciation and concerns for one another.
Glenn had a strange but unique way of meeting people, mainly girls. He had a. way of making girls feel a little extra special. Glenn would all the time just go up to a girl and begin talking
to them by saying ''Hey sweetheart" or “Hi cutie.” I was told of one experience which Glenn was in a restaurant with some friends. Glenn walked up to the parents of one young lady and said, “That sure is a hot ticket you've got there." People seemed to be shocked at his forwardness but it was just his way of being friendly.
Glenn and I enjoyed double dating together, I think mainly because it was much funner than dating alone. I remember on one occasion, Glenn had asked this girl to go out with him that he had known some years ago. But he had not seen her since. I suppose that as the years increased in numbers so had she. I think I was as surprised by the look on Glenn's face as he was at her. We both began to laugh between ourselves and I don't think we stopped until the night was over. Neither of the girls knew why we were laughing so hard.They probably just thought we had gone crazy.
Although there are many events I could write about, these are just a few of my most cherished memories. The most important of these is in all that I learned from Glenn and my feeling towards him.
Glenn was filled with tremendous courage. Every day he was reminded of the possibility that some day he might die. Glenn never gave up the fight to live, even though he spent most of his last eight months in bed, he would never give up. It took all he had at times to fight the pain. I never heard him once complain about it.
Glenn was the strongest person I have ever known, not so much physicaily but mentally and spiritually. He had the will to carry on and carry others with his strength.
Glenn was an ideal example in my life. He stood up for what he believed in and was not willing to back down to others. He bad a love for his family that no one could ever match. Glenn was always one hundred miles ahead of me but I know that by his example and by his help I can too become as successful as he was and someday I hope to catch up.
He played life the way he p0layed hockey, refusing to accept defeat until the final whistle--always looking for the victory even when faced with unreal odds. Hius gaosl alway seemd to be that of a man looking for the"ONE OF MY OWN"
by Patricia Wilson
My heart wants to cry when I think of Glenn. He was like one of mine, and I feel a great loss. He had courage hard to match.
"GLENN"
A special friend
by Ezra Wilson
He played life the way he played hockey, refusing to accept defeat until the final whistle--always looking for the victory even when faced with unreal odds. His goal always seemd to be that of a man who had to squeeze one hundred years into a lifetime of a half dozen years.
In his work he would often be the one to set the mood and the pace of the job with his enthusiastic zest for life, while much of the time his body would be fatigued and want to stop, Glenn stubbornly would refuse to quit. He would drink another quart of chocolate milk between jobs, a short rest, and he would be ready to tackle another job. Probably Glenn's special zest for life created this remarkable courage and endurance that was hard not to envy.
Customers and fellow workers always appreciated his speclal warmth---discouragement and anger seemed to never be a part of Glenn. If he experienced these feelings be was always successful in keeping them hid from any onlookers.
As I reflect back on the man "GLENN" with so many qualties and traits to admire, I most appreciate his personal system of values:
*DON'T GIVE UP TOO QUICK
*PRACTICE OPTIMISM AT ALL TIMES
*CREATE WARMTH IN ALL SITUATIONS
*FIND 'l'HE GOOD IN ALL
*TEMPER ALL SITUATIONS WITH A TOUCH OF HUMOR
*FIGHT ALWAYS TO WIN
Glenn was a "Life Toucher”
He touched mine.
MEMORIES OF A GOOD FRIEND
by Pam Parkin
It was a typical Salt Lake summer day with a few fluffy clouds lazily drifting across a bright blue sky. It was quiet around the house. My parents and brothers were working. The phone rang. It was my best friend Shellie Wilson.
''Hi Pam, what are you doing?"
"Nothing," I replied.
"Neither am I. Why don't you come over and let' s walk down to Foothill Village."
I agreed even though I didn't relish walking over there but I thought it would be better than just laying around the house.
Shellie asked me to come in for a minute. We were in her bedroom when I heard this noise.
''What's that?", I asked.
'It's Glenn. Haven't you met him? He's our neighbor."
With that she stuck her head out the window.
"Glenn", she hollered. "This is Pam Parkin. Pam, this is Glenn Freebairn."
We exchanged hi's. I didn't even give him a second thought except to think he was rather skinny standing out there shirtless.I saw him numerous times after that first meeting always when I was at the Wil
On Thursday, September 1, 1966, Shellie and Tayolr picked me up. I remember it well because it was my first Highland High stomp as a freshman. I ran out of the house when I heard the car's horn. I got in and saw Glenn. With the excitement and anxiety of the stomp I thought the more the merrier. It was a lot of fun. I danced a few dances with Glenn. His politeness and quiet voice was impressive.
The next night Taylor, Shellie and Glenn came by. It was a warm night and it was the Labor Day weekend, the last long weekend of the summer vacation. In fact, it was like a farewell to the sunrmer of 1977. We talked about different ideas to do on this occasion. Movies were discussed but an agreement couldn't be reached so we decided to just cruise the neighborhood. We drove to Foothill Village and got an ice cream cone at Fernwoods. The discussion was centered around the upcoming school year at Highland. Imagine a freshman at the school I had heard so much about and had looked forward to attending as long as I could remember. The others pretty much. shared my sentiments_.
School started with all the typical hustle and bustle. After the initial experience or maybe I should say shock, things set tled dow to the routine. However, on Thursday, September 29th, as I was doing some lessons in my room, Mom hollered to me that Shellie -washere. Taylor and Glenn were outside in the car. Shellie asked if I wanted to go "cruising" with them. I asked my parents’ permission and when I said I would be home about 9 p.m. they let me go. We just drove around te1king about school. Again Glenn's politeness was impressive..
A few nights before the dance Shellie and I were talking on about school and the upcoming Homecoming Dance. Shellie sparkles, always has. Tonight she was her usual excitable person but I felt there was something else. I couldn't put my finger on it so I didn't pursue it.
After school and dance preparation talk, our con versation just drifted. Nothing important! Never-t heless, I felt she had something else to tell me so I kept talking. This sticks so vividly in my mind. It came. Shellie said, “Pam, Glenn has leukemia." That was what it was and I knew she wasn't kidding because I had that feeling during our conversation. I didn't know what to say. I think I blurted out some inane thing like "are you sure?" I definitely knew leukemia was cancer of the blood and I knew it was serious but I didn't know about treatments nor how one gets it. I usually connected it with older people. I thought, "Why should a young boy get such a disease.?" Do I mention anything to him about it?" I thought better than to say anything.
The night before the dance there was a pep rally at school. I wanted to go so I could be even more a part of the homecoming activities. Glenn called to ask if I would like to go to the rally. Taylor and he were going and Shellie had squirmed an invitation from Taylor. So the four of us went with all the enthusiasm a high school freshman could muster. It was good because I was so exhausted I didn't have any trouble getting to sleep the night before the big dance.
The day finally arrived!! First came the homecoming game. I sat with Glenn. It was just a perfect way to get psyched for the dance. He said he would pick me up at 7:00.
There was a knock on the door. I asked Mom to answer it. She invited Glenn in. He had a corsage box in his hand••,gold, I think. I opened it. It was beautiful, blue carnations and baby breath. I asked Glenn to pin it on me. He was hesitant and seemed nervous, My mom interrupted the silence with, "I'll help you." Glenn didn't seem to mind,
I made the introductions and made some last minute checks. I gave Glenn a boutonniere and a smile, We walked down the stairs, He opened the door and there in the fading. autumn light was a huge white limousine. As the chauffeur opened the door for me I couldn't help but notice the luxurious blue interior. You read correctly; the boys had rented a limousine complete with a uniformed chauffeur.
We triple-dated with Taylor and his date, Lorraine Gottfredson, Dave Henshaw & Sally Christensen. Everyone looked so perfect for a homecoming dance. We went to Porter Rockwell's Restaurant for dinner before the dance. I wasn't really sure about what to order I mean Glenn was paying for it. Then if you order something what comes with it. Glenn helped me and made it so easy for me to understand. I love steak so I ordered Filet Mignon. I felt it was too expensive but Glenn made me feel so comfortable about it, In fact, it made it more memorable. Oh, everyone enjoyed their dinner and everything was so perfect, However, the thought of leukemia did come into mind occasionally but I made sure I didn't show it. Sometimes I would catch myself looking at Glenn but he didn't seem to think anything about it.
From Porter Rockwell's we went to Highland for the dance. It was what I had expected, the corsage, the limousine and Porter Rockwell's, Glenn and I danced and danced, It was such a wonderful night for my first date. I'll never forget it. It was tbe perfect first date a young girl would ever dream of having. For that reason and our fun times with Shellie and Taylor I'll never forget Glenn.
This made it difficult for me as the months went by. Glenn was special. His politeness, thoughtfulness, his spirit still is deep in my heart.
After the homecoming dance we sat together at a lot of Highland football games, no I guess all of them. Then there was the “cruising" during that fall of 1977 and of course the stomps with Taylor, Shellie, Glenn and me.
After the fall I didn't see Glenn as much as before, even at school. It was almost like some power didn't even let us run into each other. I always kept in touch with Glenn's progress through Shellie.
In the summer of 1978, I returned from a youth conference. Shellie called and there was no conversation about my trip or "even the passing of news," She came right to the point. "Glenn is in the hospital and super sick," I didn't know what to say except I remember I wanted to go and see him in the hospital. I wanted my mom to go with me. She's so great and agreed without a question. He was cordial and polite although he was so thin and gaunt. I swear I could put my thumb and index finger around his wrist.
On our trip home Mom and I discussed how terrible cancer was and how blessed we were to have good health.
Months passed to weeks, weeks passed to days and days passed to hours. By this time Glenn was home. I called Mrs. Freebairn on the phone. Glenn had been such a part of my growing up I wanted to see him. Mrs. Freebairn said, "Are you sure?" I confidently said, "yes." He looked very sick yet was so courageous. Glenn was special because he was my first date: because he helped me with the boy-girl relatiosnhip; because he made rne eel like a lady; because he made everything special and exciting. Glenn will always have a special place in my heart.
The next day he died. It is hard to describe losing such a good friend. In fact, I can't except to say, "Goodbye, Glenn. I'll1 never forget you and you have strengthened my life."
SON DIES; MOM FINDS PEACE
by Carolyn J. Freebairn
(Don and Carolyn J. Freebairn’s teen-age son died earlier this year. They are members of the Monument Fark 9th Ward, Salt Lake Monument Fark Stake. Sister Freebairn shares some of the things that have helped her cope with her son's death. "Church News", 30 Aug. 1980, p.15)
So many "whys" plagued my mind the night our 17-year old son, Glenn, passed away after a long, courageous battle with leukemia. Throughout our four-year struggle, a dear member of our ward exemplified true sisterhoodw with her unrelenting kindnesses of understannding and caring and support. For she, too, had lost a son. I felt the Lord was using her as an instrument in our behalf the eve- ning Glenn died as she quoted these comforting words: "Each time one door closes another door opens," I kept a constant, yearning prayer in my heart as I clung hopefully to her words, for I hungered so for peace.
At this time our f amily was concerned that my 20-year old nephew, Myron, had not served a mission and he didn't seem interested in serving one, Myron was with us the Sunday evening that Glenn returned to his heavenly home. He felt the power of the priesthood in the final blessing that gave Glenn a peaceful and sweet release from the trials of this life.
He realized our complete dependency upon God in our mortal life. Myron seriously reflected. He remembered how Glenn was looking forward to his 19th birthday when he could fulfill his deepest desire to serve a mission for Heavenly Father.
Humbly recalling Glenn's fervent desire in spite of his physical limitations, Myron took a good look at himself and knew that he was without excuse. His soul was stirred. The family witnessed the miraculous change as Myron, with determination, zeal and testimony, prepared for his mission.
Myron had informed me a few days earlier, "I want you to know that because of Glenn I have decided to go on a mission." And, during this time, my friend's quotation stayed constantly in my mind accompanied by tears of satisfaction.
I concluded that this seemed so typical of Glenn. He had been an all-around athlete and had been awarded numerous trophies for his accomplishments during his short life, But Glenn was not so much concerned about how many points he could score personally. He cared about the team as a whole. He was a team player and he worked hard for the succeess of the team. So, it wasn't a surprise, after all, that Glenn would want to serve on Heavenly Father’s and Myron ' s winning team.
Though not always to our immediate comprehension, God works in a multiplicity of ways to accomplish divine purpose. And because one door has closed, I rejoice that many doors of His children in the mission field are now being opened to the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Now the peace, that only the Gospel of Jesus Christ can provide, is mine.
BOY WITH A BALL
by Dix and Mary Jean Waddell
He knew what to do with a ball.
He could throw one. toss one. or hit one.
He could play any game at all
Enough to hear "Well done, my son."
He played all his games by the rules,
Soon learning to be a good sport.
His skill and caring were his tools
As he played any field or court.
One day he was given a new game
With the toughest of rules to learn
He just returned each serve that came
But played his best game every turn.
MORE THAN ENDURANCE
by Gretta Eggett
Enduring to the end was not enough for Glenn Freebairn, as he did more than endure. He lived fully the principle of loving the Lord with all his heart, might, mind, and strength, and served Him fully through his Church assignments and also through serving his fel- lowmen. I admired him for his faithfulness. It was a faith promoting experience just to see him each Sunday at the Sacrament Table administering the Sacrament or passing the Sacrament. He probably would have been more comfortable in bed because of the pain and discomfort he was going through. He had a lot of faith and taught all of us in the ward about faith as he served. He was certainly courageous and also taught us a lot about courage.
Leo and I didn't have the opportunity to know him long, just the few years we were in the ward. Our association with him was at the ward, or occasionally at the family home. When I was in their home I noticed a closeness between Glenn and his mother, Carolyn, that few mothers and sons have. I enjoyed hearing him talk and joke with Carolyn.. One time when I called at the home he was making something nice for his friends. He was making some beautiful articles out of plastic sheets including book marks, key chains, pictures, etc. He would trace designs or make artistic designs freehand, or write some thing meaningful, and then color them, se were then cooked in a slow oven to make a miniature article. This was called "Shrink Art" and came in a kit. It was most unusual and beautiful, and he was doing this to brighten the lives of others, and he also enjoyed doing this.
Glenn was a young man of great faith in the Lord and The power of the Priesthood. We believe he lived worthy of the Priesthood he held in this life and in the life he is now living. Glenn's great faith and wonderful spirit was felt by Leo as he assist ed in administering to him. We love all of your family and loved arid appreciated Glenn. We're sure he has earned a great reward and is building a mansion for the rest of the family to join him someday.
HEAP O' LIVING
by Lottie P. Joyner Black
Glenn was a wonderful and unusual grandson. He seemed to sense his time was short and would take a "Heap o' living" to get in a full life. The first time I not iced this was when he was a very small boy and I went with his family to their "Lagoon Day." We were late. The games and contests were in progress or about half over. Glenn broke loose from us, jumped into the contest and began winning. He played hard and fast and I believe he won in almost everything he entered.
I was so sorry for him when he fell victim to leukemia. Trying to sympathize with him, I told him (being a diabetic) we must develop patience for we both had conditions we had to learn to live with. When I had surgery, Carolyn dressed the wound several times. Once when Glenn was here I asked Carolyn to drape me so· Glenn could see the wound and realize he wasn't alone with problems. It was an ugly, angry wound. Glenn turned away terrified.
Glenn was an excellent driver. Many times he came for me or brought me home. He must have known the anxiety a grandmother can experience with a new driver, but he constantly assured me what hewas going to do and why. He would say, "I could have made that light but we are not in a hurry are we?. I throughly enjoyed riding with him, even when he was so short he could hardly see out the windshield.
Glenn's favorite dessert was Banana pudding. I cooked dozens for him. He ate them as long as he could eat. Once I fixed one for him in such a hurry, I forgot to put the bananas in. So it was a Vanilla or Bananaless pudding. Since Glenn left I have not wanted another Banana pudding.
Carolyn varied Glenn's diet to encourage him to eat. One day he spent the day with me, and I tried to prepare something different. She said he had almost lost his appetite, and was down to where he would only try a toasted cheese sandwich. I placed many things on his tray to tempt him. I told him to try everything, if only a taste. One thing I remember he liked was the grape juice. This was before his mouth was so sore and this did not burn then.
Wehad just returned from Moab. David’s daughter, LaDean, made some popcorn balls. I had one on Glenn's tray. He couldn't eat it then but said, "Grandma, can I take it home with me?" I hope he could eat it later for he had looked at it a long time here.
I have over two dozen grandchildren and great-grand children. Grandpa David has over a dozen but he surprised me when we were on a tour to Mexico and the Book of Mormon land. In every town and on every street corner we saw men demonstrating pretty toy, a man dancing. David said I want one for Glenn. The next stop the toy was purchased for Glenn. He was not ill then but he was the only child to receive a gift from Mexico.
All the time Glenn was in the hospital I tried to think of a gift he could use. Finally I discovered something that really thrilled him. Carolyn & Don had to go out of town. I went to spend two nights with them and prepare their meals. The weather was very hot. When I walked in Glenn's nurse was in the bedroom with Glenn. They were burning up. I had taken a box fan over with me and turned it on them in the bedroom. Glenn liked that. When I returned home, I called Glenn and said, "I have searched for something you can use and now I believe I have found it. Would you like to have a fan?" He said, "Oh, yes I would like that." I told him I would start out the next morning and go until I found him one. It was very late in the season. Most stores had sold out. I believed I canvassed every store between my home and his but all depleted of fans. When I walked into his bedroom he was sitting up in bed reading the morning paper. He said, "I found two fans in the paper. One is too high but the cheaper one will be ok." I told him to forget the price i I would get the one he wanted. His mother went with me to get his fan. I was so glad to find one thing he really wanted. I know he enjoyed it, and it was thelast thing I heard him ask for Sunday night before he left. "Tum on the fan!"
Glenn was very independent and had so much courage. Saturday, the day before he left, I saw him reeling and rocking with weakness, get out of bed and walk alone to the restroom. I don't know how he did this for he had not eaten food for months. He couldn't have had much strength to walk.
"When one door closes another doors opens." This sign was hanging on the wall of my apartment in the mission field. Many doors closed and·many opened. The first day we tracted, my companion took the first home to teach me how. The next was a large, beautiful home. As we stepped on the first step, my companion said, “This one is all yours." It was the home of an official of the Catholic Church. I rang the bell, A very handsome young gentleman answered. I gave the proper introduction. He said, "You look so happy in your work." I answered, "We are very happy.” Almost before I could complete my sentence. BANG went the door in my face.
This was my very first home and so discouraging, Many doors closed. When I would get home and read my sign, I would go out again with re newed hope and great courage. Many doors opened.
This slogan reminds me of Glenn. One life on this earth closed, another opened.
Myron Joyner, another grandson and Glenn's first cousin, sat with Glenn his last evening until the end. Long after mid night or in the wee hours of Monday morning Myron brought me home. He said, among other things, "I am so ashamed. Glenn was so anxious to fill his mission and couldn't. I can and will not." This was in August. The following October, on my 75th birthday, Myron announced hewas going on his mission. He is now serving in the Phillippines. When there less than a month he had his first baptism. His mother called and read in her last letter he now has 27 ready for baptism. I feel like Glenn is still filling his mission on earth. He must be helping Myron as he helped his sister Carla in the mission field.
We know for Glenn to go was the work of our Heavenly Father. We saw that through the power of the Priesthood. But we are so thankful for the blessing that a wonderful mission came through this.
"One life closes, another opens."
How happy Glenn's Grandmother Freebairn and Grandfathers Freebairn and Joyner must be to have Glenn. We also have much to look forward to. For soon, we shall all be reunited.
GOOD IMPRESSIONS
by Sharon Robinson
God's Promises
His watchful eye hath never swayed from me
. He gave me light and life and will to live.
From this I have the power to be free,
My love to share and time with which to give.
He promised me His love and light would shine
If I would from His teachings learn to grow.
For then I would like Him become divine,
And reap the blessings promised long ago.
For this I try my hardest to forget
The little things in life that get me down.
I look to Him and know that I am set
And go through life with never any frown.
I try my best to do the right each day
To follow Him in each and every way.
To me, this poem is Glenn Freebairn's life. It was be cause of him I wrote it. He was a perfect example of courage and persistance.
I had the honor of having Glenn in my physical Science class when we were sophomores. I can remember on lecture days the class would get totally bored and pay no attention. If the teachertold a stupid joke no one would laugh, except Glenn. I asked him one day why he laughed. He replied, ''Somebody's got to make him feel good!" That made me laugh, You'll have to understand that the teach er is somewhat lacking upstairs. Glenn was in our lab group. There were three girls and Glenn. Of course he enjoyed that. We would usually talk and occasionally answer a question. Glenn was always carefree and not much interested in the course. That made it fun, and bearable, for us,
Hockey was one of Glenn's favorite sports. I had be come slightly interested and during sophomore year Glenn helped to get me involved. I attended every game and loved them. There were several occasions in which I was able to ride to games with the Freebairn family. It was at this time I learned that Glenn was a true gentle man. Instead of honking for me to come out, Glenn would come to the door and ge me. When they dropped me off, he would walk me to the door, This really impressed me. It was partly from this I realized what a neat family Glenn came from and that he was something special.
Summertime came quickly and we went our separate ways. About one month later, I received a phone call from Glenn inviting me to go on a date. He told me he had something to tell me. After the movie, and on our way to ice cream, he paused for a moment to apolo gize for having been so rude and obnoxious to me in the past. He wanted us to be friends. This also impresed me that he would go to so much trouble just to apologize, and even apologize. I had already forgiven him.
These are just a few of Glenn's experiences that I wasable to be a part of. I'm grateful to have had the opportunity to share them with others. He had a great impact on me. I will never forget the example he set for me and the love and courage he gave to everyone.
GLENN
by Caroline E. Miner
I think of you, Glenn, often,
And as long as you are remembered
You are not gone.
Wheneve rl say my husband’s name
Glenn, I'm reminded of you.
Whenever the sacrament is
Administered and passed
I think of your faithfulness In those duties.
Whenever I see Promised Valley
You are there again.
Whenever I see young boys Happy at sports and games
You are there.
Whenever I see your parents
And family
You are there also.
Eternal is many things.
It is you, Glenn.
MY BROTHER, GLENN
by David R. Freebairn
August 12, 1979
There is a necessity to write on this special day. My brother, Glenn, died on this day and I feel that my posterity will be greatly benefited by reading of the events of the past few weeks,
On July 1, 1975 Glenn went to the hospital. At that time it was discovered that he had leukemia. He had been playing ten nis that morning and had won his match. He was to play another match but because of a great arm and shoulder pain Dad thought it best to see a doctor. I was on my mission in Argentina at that time.
For over four years Glenn has tolerated patiently with this cancer. When he has been well he has been energetic. I have typed below the obituary notice which describes the great many things he accomplished during those ensuing years
Glenn Russell Freebairn, 17, died Aug. 12, 1979, following a courageous battle against leu kemia Glenn was born Oct. 11,· 1961, in Salt Lake City, to Don R. and Carolyn Joyner Freebairn. He would have been a senior at Highland High School, where he had been active in atheletics. He lettered three years in both tennis and hockey. As an active member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, he held the office of priest. was recipient of the "Duty to God" Award. Was active in the seminary program and performed for three years in "Promised Valley," He was a mem ber of the Salt Lake Swimming and Tennis Club and was employed by Stevens-Brown Sports and "Miracle Worker."
Survivors: parents. brothers, David and Dan, all of Salt Lake City; sister, Carla, currently serving LDS mission in Uruguay: maternal grandmo ther, Lottie Joyner Black, Salt Lake City.
Funeral services Wednesday noon in Monument Park 9th LDS Ward, 1565 S. Foothill Blvd. Friends may call at Larkin Mortuary, 260 E. South Temple, Tuesday 6-8 p.m. and one hour prior to services.
Interment, Sunset Lawn Memorial Fark. The family suggests contributions to the Primary Children's Medical Center.
Two weeks ago Dad was made 1st counselor in the bishopric. I felt that great things would happen in this bishopric. And then last week our ward held a special fast for Glenn. Monday Glenn started an upswing. Then Tuesday morning Mom's best friend, Betty Hogan, came to visit. It was at that time that Mom first accepted the fact that Glenn might die. I couldn't understand it because he looked so improved Monday. Friday morning, Marsha Nobis (Glenn's nurse) telephoned and she and Richard O'Brien (Glenn's doctor) wanted to see Glenn and Mom at the hospital. Later that day Marsha came to the house and informed Mom that Glenn was not going to make it. Friday night Mom called me downstairs to inform me that she was told that we were going to lose Glenn. Mom and Dad went out to dinner and at that time Dad was given the news. Marsha came to the house and talked to us about this whole thing.
Saturday was a hard day because Glenn was in so much
pain. But, he did not complain. I had hoped that he would die that day but it was not to be. Taylor Wilson (Glenn's best friend) had been in Ogden for a mini mission but decided to come home and see Glenn before he went.
Sunday brought us a day of rest and also to Glenn.
Many people came to see Glenn and many were shocked to see him in that condition. Again he was in much pain, Mom was given a tranquilizer to give her nerves a break. Glenn has an unconquerable spirit and he fought to live. But he did tell Mom that he was going home. But because he loved his family and friends so much he desired to be with us. At around 10:00 p.m. Mom and Dad conferred and it was decided that he would be given a blessing. I annointed his head and Dad sealed the annointing. While Dad was telling him to go home to his Father we felt two sighs of relief. In that prayer Glenn was told to let go and return to the God who gave him life. He was told that angels were in the room to take him home. We all waited in the room after the prayer for him to die. But he wanted to wait until his nurse was there to be with him. And then he gave up the ghost. It was such a beautiful death and he was in great peace. Glenn was then greeted by his friends, family and loved ones in a joyous reunion. We praise the Lord for Glenn's life'. He is serving a mission now and we will all be blessed for having known him.
The preceeding story is true and I wish to tell thereader about my feelings concerning this event.
I know that there is a God who loves each one of us and is concerned about us because he 1s literally the Father of our spir it. When Glenn died his body was left behind and his spirit went to his spiritual father. Our spirits have existed for eons of time and will continue to live forever.
Before we came to earth we met with with God. We real ized that He is a perfect being and we wanted to be like Him. He told us that in order to do so we would· have to go through what He himself had previously gone through. The plan of coming to earth was present ed. He told us that during this mortal period we would prove to Him whether or not we would obey the commandments He set forth. He told us that a veil or a blank would be drawn over our minds so that we would not remember our pre-mortal life. But, God said he would not leave us alone. First of all, He would give to each man the Spirit of Christ or what is commonly referred to as our conscience which tells us the difference between good and bad or right and wrong. In other words, when God placed us here on earth to see how we would do in this testing period He did not do so without providing help. Other aids besides our cons c i e nc,e have been given us. Prayer is one such aid. It is an opportunity to actually talk to our maker and to receive person instruction to guide us in our individual lives. Because God knows each of us intimately and because He loves us He will listen to the sincere in heart. By Him we are taught how to conduct ourselves so that we may return to Him.
If we are obedient to God's rules we will be reunited with our loved ones in a state of never ending happiness. But that reward is reserved only for the righteous who have made a sincere ef fort.
Now we all make mistakes and that is why Heavenly Father has given us a chance to change our lives. We must pray to Him for forgiveness and tell Him that we will change our lives. He will give us the help to change.
This plan has been designed for our happiness. Children of God are gods in embryo.
I know that God lives. I know that what I have told you is the truth because I have asked Him myself. God loves us deep ly. He laughs, cries and struggles with us in our daily lives. I challenge you to ask God for yourself if what I have told you is the truth. He will answer you and that answer will give you a reason to
better your life.
I will close with the words of a song that I learned as a child:
I AM A CHILD OF GOD
I am a Child of God
And He has sent me here
Has given me an earthly home
With parents kind and dear.
I am a Child of God
And so my needs are great.
Help me to understand Hi words
Before it grows too late.
I am a Child of God.
Rich blessings are in store.
If I but learn to do His will
I'll live with Him once more.
Teach me, guide me, walk beside me.
Help me find the way.
Teach me all that I must do
To live with Him someday.
Sincerely,
Dave Freebairn
Carol Volker (Hamblin)
Thank you, Allyson for placing these stories and memories about Glenn Freebairn on the Highland High website! I appreciate your work and extra effort for making this available to all of us! I thank the people who wrote their thoughts and feelings about Glenn and his life!
I remember Glenn. I think I met him once or maybe twice. He made such a positive impression on my life! He was a good friend with Wendy Johnson and Kelly Fletcher and Cindy Anderson and Evelyn Rudolph. Wait a minute, the list can go on. I think he was a genuine friend to all of the women at Highland High! I think he could see the value in each person and he made me feel important and special. I believe he was genuine and that he loved everyone!
I met him at a square dance. I was introduced to him and he wanted to know my name. He was not arrogant. He was not cocky. He was not distant. Glenn had a very warm and gentle and kind personality as well as a whole lot of fun! He was very kind to me and treated me with respect as he did all of the ladies at the dance. I think that Glenn danced with every young woman at the dance and he was nice to all of us. He made that dance one of the most fun dances that I went to in high school! Probably because he was dancing and dancing with everybody and having a great time and encouraging everyone to have a great time. I never forgot Glenn and I very much appreciate his special treatment and kindness and compassion to all of us. He treated us with a great deal of respect and in return, I think every young woman had a special place in their heart for Glenn. Then, I heard the sad news of his death and I still cry. It is amazing how I could meet him one or two times and felt very impressed by him. He truly touched my heart!
Carol Volker Hamblin
Allyson Jensen (Egbert)
Thank you, Carol, for adding your thoughts and memories. I think Glenn would be smiling to think his impact is still fresh and positive. He touched many lives, encouraging us all to seek good in all and in everyone.