We who knew him [Glynn Alan McWhorter] shall mourn and miss one man so uniquely designed with all the good so rarely in a friend will you find. He was born, he lived, he died. Born with a full head of hair no doubt and a smile that made Mama feel it was worth all the pain. He lived on a level defined by commitment to being his own version of consistent and close attention to details. He ran with champions as a fighting Cuero Gobbler state finals victor in back to back years. Designing structures which will stand and be used for many years to come he slaved and toiled away at his headquarters at South Main and Henry Street. Golf was in his blood and a more sure partner would not be found, if he decided to make it out for a round. His schedule was set, as were his ways. You knew where to find Alan on any given day. Known as a deck hand or late night leader of the band; his quality company was always in demand. He was well acquainted with a broken heart, but determined, he continued to live and love, such was his art. No more will we see the white ranger with Natty lights in tow. We all and the kitties will miss you Alan, but suppose it was just time for you to go.
This letter was written to Theresa Renteria by David Cusack.
You will be missed and loved,
Theresa, Sarah, Steve, Lydia, David