Support Our Family After Glenn Williams’ Passing

It only took a day for everyone to feel my Dad’s absence in the world. Phone calls, texts, and Facebook messages rushed in when my Dad went radio silent for a week leading up to his sudden passing. He was in his second fight against cancer, but this time God called him home.

My Dad was a devoting husband, a loving father, a supportive brother, a kick-ass uncle, a loyal friend, a one of a kind musician, an incredible teacher, and a caring mentor to so many. This loss is unfathomable and devastating to me, my Mom, my Brother, and the countless other lives he’s touched over his lifetime.

He has an immense community of supporters that span the globe and we are forever grateful for every hand that has reached out to hold ours while we go through what is undoubtedly the hardest chapter of our lives. But my Dad would never leave us without knowing we will get the support we need.

So if you’ve applauded to his voice, if he’s made you laugh, if you played music together, or if he’s guided you in life or in the arts: please consider donating to help us with the expenses of settling affairs, as well as household bills, while our family recovers from this unimaginable loss. Anything and everything helps!

He was my second half in this world and his absence is felt everywhere I turn. What I wouldn’t give to sing one more song together, have one more laugh, share one more story, take one more trip, to be held in his arms one more time… When life gets hard all I want to do is call my Dad, but this time I have to call on all the people my Dad fostered loving relationships with over his time in this world.

When he told me his cancer came back, just a week ago, he said: “Do not worry. Do not be afraid. I’m not afraid. I’ve lived the best life and I’ve done more than most. I couldn’t ask for more.” The response to his passing is proof that my Dad was right and he left behind a legacy. And though no amount of time with my Dad would be enough for me, you are all living proof that he loved harder and gave more than anyone I’ve ever known.

So now I’m asking for you to give, whatever you can, to get us through this without the weight of financial burdens that comes with losing the sole provider of our home.

And I just know my Dad is smiling down on us all, probably cracking a joke to those we’ve lost before him, while being blown away by the outpouring of love, prayers, and support during this next challenge of our lives. He’s making music for the angels now. Keep singing, Daddy. I love you.