In many ways it is easier to write about the ten year old and the thirteen year old, for better or worse Glen is a man and a complicated man – no simple descriptions, no easy turn of phase.

            I see my passion running through him, the desire to take huge bites out of life and the lack of understanding for those not willing to stand up for themselves or express their thoughts.

            His early life shaped by external events, the attack in the dark that slashed his face to bits at age three. He stood up against his mother, therapist, MD pretending to be a psychiatrist, and the Guardian Ad Litem who decided to drug him for depression at the age of thirteen. Police report after police report filed against him without basis by his mentally ill mother.  All the while, protecting his younger sister and brother during my forced absences.  Finally, a mother in jail.

            The result – a young man mature beyond his years with a bit of a temper he does an excellent job of controlling outside the family.

            His crazy teen years resulted in a desire to change at least a little part of his world. He wants to be a cop for all the right reasons. He will enter UNM next year to first get a degree. My son, my friend, my partner.