Remembering Glo Bier
My mother-in-law was born on the Fourth of July, Glory Ann Farmer Bier. She went by Glo.
On July 3, 2008 we celebrated what we all new to be Glo's last birthday. She had been diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer and was no longer responding to oral chemotherapy. Glo declined IV chemotherapy and decided she would have hospice "when the time came".
Friends arriving
Another friend
Another friend and neighbor who kindly kept an eye on Glo for us
Glo holding court (German potato salad)
Glo's favorite old garden rose, a once-blooming rose, that bloomed every year just at her birthday time.
Tom's glorious beer can chicken with Cajun spice rub 
Tom carving
On July 3, 2008 we celebrated what we all new to be Glo's last birthday. She had been diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer and was no longer responding to oral chemotherapy. Glo declined IV chemotherapy and decided she would have hospice "when the time came".
Friends arriving
Another friend
Another friend and neighbor who kindly kept an eye on Glo for us
Glo holding court (German potato salad)
Glo's favorite old garden rose, a once-blooming rose, that bloomed every year just at her birthday time.
Tom's glorious beer can chicken with Cajun spice rub
Tom carving
It was a bittersweet dinner. Glo was unwell and was unable to remain with us the entire meal. I was glad she supervised the making of the tart, with samples at each step of the way. The next morning we ate tart and iced coffee in a peaceful silence. That was the last time I ever saw Glo.
Glo was a fiesty, salt-of-earth matriarch. She raised two fine, intelligent sons. She had been a volunteer at the local library and was reading to the end of her days. Rest sweetly, Glo Bier.
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