Connie Glover

Today we are here to remember Connie, and to smile, laugh, and celebrate a life lived exactly the way she intended—boldly, creatively, and with a lot of heart. She taught us life lessons in the most unexpected and meaningful ways. She didn’t go to church, but she had no doubt that heaven had many rooms—and she was certain one of them had a comfy chair, good light for reading, at least three pets curled up next to it and a Diet Coke on the side table. Speaking of pets… she loved critters of all kinds. Over the years, she welcomed many cats and dogs into her life and they had great names: Bilbo Baggins, Hiney Toot, Pugsley Pete from Across the Street Glover, Jack Frost, and her beloved current companion, Henry Bean—just to name a few. If animals get to choose their people, they chose well. She was artsy, and fartsy, and unmatched in her decorating flair. Her home was unapologetically her—colorful, comfortable, quirky, and beautiful. Every corner held a story, a spark of creativity, and a bit of her spirit. It wasn’t just where she lived; it was her masterpiece; a delightfully eclectic kingdom. Her adventurous streak ran deep. She was a free spirited hippy in San Francisco in the 70s, embracing the world with open arms and a wild heart. And yes, she almost ended up divorced over a $400 pair of shoes—but honestly, would you expect anything less from someone with impeccable taste and a stubborn streak? Connie and her husband, Steve, were married for 28 years, and they loved to entertain—opening their home to friends, family, and anyone who needed a place to laugh, eat, or simply feel welcome. Whether it was the two of them hosting or her taking the lead with her signature flair, the gatherings were always full of warmth, good stories, and the kind of joy that made everyone want to stay just a little longer. She did life her way—quick witted, full of flair, deeply loving, endlessly creative, and always surrounded by good friends and the creatures she adored. She could find humor in any situation, even the tough ones, and she wanted that same laughter from all of us today. So let’s honor her the way she would have wanted: by smiling, laughing, and remembering every ridiculous, joyful, heartfelt moment we were lucky enough to share with her. Her spirit lives on—in her stories, in her style, in her lessons, and in every laugh we share today.

Tributes

Connie Glover

May 21, 2026