Glenn Michael Fox

We call him husband, father, brother, son, friend, and our hero, the gentle warrior who never gave up on living life with gusto no matter the challenges he faced. Glenn Michael Fox was born In Syracuse, NY on February 5, 1947 to our beloved parents Charles Fox of Syracuse and Elizabeth Sulger of Walton NY, then Agoura Hills CA. He passed away to a place of Eternal Love and Peace and Rest on Tuesday March 12, 2024, after a full and loving life in the presence of his beloved wife Diana Flowers Fox and cherished daughter, Karin Fox, in their home in Moorpark CA.

Glenn was a loyal family man thanks to the wonderful example of his parents, patriots, a decorated WWII veteran and wonderful mother. Like them, Glenn was proud to be a life-long patriot, Democrat and Dodgers fan. Like them, he showed incredible courage and a sense of humor through tragedies, in spite of a spinal cord injury in an auto accident 28 years ago that left him partially paralyzed. Glenn’s was a life affirming spirit, alive and thriving with the help of his siblings, parents, tireless and generous wife and daughter, and from the Northridge Hospital Spinal Cord Support Group every week since the accident that changed his and his family’s life forever.

From the time he was a kid, he loved firetrucks, summers in upstate New York with our parents’ families in Bridgeport and Walton running around in the Catskill foothills with the Sulger cousins, enjoying his grandpa Charlie Fox and his mom’s sister Margaret in beautiful Bridgeport, a hamlet on Oneida Lake. His heritage in NY dated back generations, and he was proud of it all. Picnics with family and cousins each summer were a highlight of his fondest memories. In LA, we grew up taking spontaneous weekend day trips with our folks to random places on the spur of the moment, and he went on to do that as long as he was able to drive. When our mom and grandma became sick with two little siblings, he and Carol as kids themselves stepped up caring for Cathy and Jimmy like true “big brother and big sister.” That’s not to say he didn’t enjoy playing tricks on his siblings, getting us riled up and then chuckling about it, like the time he licked the two last cookies in the cookie jar so none of us would want them, or coming up with silly nicknames for us. He brought music into our lives buying a lovely stereo, playing everything from Motown, Dean Martin, to Johnny Cash and Elvis. He put up with his sisters dancing in the living room but never would join us in that, just sitting back and watching and smiling. He loved going to military air shows with our parents, picnics near our California super blooms of poppies and lupine, and especially loved Ventura beach and Harbor. He was a wonderful uncle to Ben Anderson, coming for visits and going on outings with us all in LA, Agoura, Ventura and Auburn. He loved California.

He and his best friend, “Little'' Danny Hernandez, along with the whole Fox and Hernandez families- Big Danny and Laverne, Little Danny, Donna, Toni and Tom- enjoyed barbecues in parks and back yards every 4th of July, fireworks the park, and New Years’ Day cinnamon rolls, barbecues and bowl games,Thanksgivings and countless fun weekends in between. He graduated from George Washington High School and went to trade school to become a machinist, tool and die maker, a drafter, and eventually after the car accident, a Health and Safety Coordinator for Republic Fastener and Alcoa in Newbury Park. He and Danny loved driving all over LA in their first cars, exploring and learning Southern California like the back of their hands. Unplanned, spur of the moment, a sense of discovery.

Glenn and Diane met and fell in love in So Cal through a mutual friend. Swap meets, car shows, and road trips were their dates. Ever the “romantic”, after mall shopping and seeing rings and jewelry on display, he and Diane got in the car, and Glenn said, “Should we?” And Diane said yes! They married in Inglewood in September 1970, a ready-made family with David, and soon after, Karin. He was a respected, friendly, hard worker until he retired to enjoy more road trips and family barbecues in his lovely Moorpark back yard, where we joked, laughed, cooked, enjoyed political discussion and issues of the day, and cared about what was happening in all of our lives . Glenn and his brother in law Jim would often needle each other over friendly SF Giants/LA Dodgers and Rams/49ers games.

The devastating car accident 28 years ago injured Diane and Karin, too, and created his and his family’s new normal, time and again. Diane’s “rose colored glasses”-spirit and love and loyalty; Jimmy adapting their home for his wheelchair; Carol and Cathy camping out at Northridge hospital; Karin’s firm advocacy of his needs with doctors and insurance companies were all a new way of life. Love, laughter and tears for the next 28 years. Diane and Karin provided 24/7 care with what he couldn’t manage for himself. They too, are heroic warriors, and humbling examples of the meaning of love and faith and life and family. As Glenn neared death, we discussed our belief in the Eternal Truth of the Love we shared and will forever. Crying and joking by turns, he named the Elvis and Johnny Cash gospel songs he loved the most, told us each how much he loves us, talking about Dodger Stadium games and the election, regretting the things he didn’t have a chance to do, and rejoicing in the things he did. Aware and loving to the end, our loving hero, warrior, husband, father, brother, uncle and friend peacefully fell asleep, without a doubt greeted by our parents and family before him, and waiting to welcome him to paradise.

The Fox family would like to thank the amazing kindnesses and care of the Kaiser Seona Hospice Care, his friends and counselor at the Northridge Spinal Injury Support Group and all the love and prayers of our extended family of cousins and friends. We are overwhelmed with gratitude and love for you all.