This letter was written by Amanda Sinclair, and read at Glennie's memorial service.


A Letter to My Son


What words are there, my son, that can display the glory that was you?

There are no words to describe the strength and courage that you showed us all through each moment of your life.

There is no way to describe the sparkle in your brilliant blue eyes, or how my heart soared to hear you speak in only the way that you could.

No picture can capture the exquisiteness that was you; as a tiny baby, or the little man you came to be.

How can I speak about the joy in my heart to see you smile and hear your laugh?

There is no way to describe what it was like to hold you, or to look into your eyes and know what you were trying to say.

The expressions of your face; even the movement of your fingers, your hands and feet held a preciousness few could ever know.

No measure of time can describe how long it will feel before I see you again.

There is nothing that can relay the indescribable beauty you brought into our lives, every day and every night.

There are not enough words that can grasp everything you are and everything you were; and all that you meant and will always mean to us

Nothing can explain how honored I am and always will be to have taken care of you, and to call you my son.

Words can’t express the joy in my heart, that, through the tears of missing you, knows you are free,

and nothing can describe how I will be waiting to see you walk with Jesus.




“No eye has seen,

no ear has heard,

no mind has conceived

what God has prepared for those who love him.”


1 Corinthians 2:9