TITUSVILLE, Fla. — Glen Hughes Dunham passed away at home here on Nov. 4, 2020. He was born on Jan. 29, 1961, in Pittsfield, Mass., to Harold Dunham, now deceased, and Marion Tucker, now of Morrill, Maine.

Glen grew up in the idyllic Berkshires of western Massachusetts alongside his three older brothers, Scot L. Cunningham, now of Waldo, Maine, Alan H. Dunham, of Northport, Maine and Greg E. Dunham of Titusville, Florida.

The family later moved to California, first to Orcutt in Santa Barbara County, where he won attention in school with a book report on Richard Bach’s “Jonathan Livingston Seagull.” The teacher had told him the book was on the list for high schoolers and discouraged him from reading it, telling him it was beyond his understanding. But he chose it because he already owned it and loved it. His report resulted in him being tested and moved into the “Gifted and Talented” classes. In middle school, the workshop teacher chose him as his assistant due to his artistic ability and easy grasp of working with wood.

The family then moved up to Carmel By The Sea and then to Monterey in his high school years where he worked at the famous Pebble Beach Golf Club. He also gained a baby sister, Carrie (Honeycutt) Coombs, now living in Albion, Maine with her husband, William Coombs.

While still in high school, he was hired as manager of a beautiful new Disco named “Ack Basswards.” It was a disco for teens only with no alcohol allowed. Following high school, he managed The Round Table Restaurant, in Pacific Grove.

It was during this time that he was stricken with a rare form of bone cancer. Upon the advice of doctors at the Dana Farber Cancer Institute in Boston (where they devised the plan of treatment along with Eastern Maine Medical), the family brought him home to Belfast where he lived with his mother, Marion Tucker Honeycutt, and little sister Carrie, during the grueling months of treatment that included the prognosis from his doctors that he would most likely lose his arm and probably would not ever become a father because of the radiation and chemo.

He overrode many setbacks because of his spirit and with his smile and ‘watch me” attitude. (The arm did break in the area of his cancer surgery and, although pinned back together, he was told it would likely have to be amputated. He won and kept his arm but use was limited. No one, however, ever heard a word of complaint. He compensated and worked around it.)

He moved to Florida where his brother, Greg, lived and found work in Jack Baker’s “The Lobster Shanty,” a 400-seat restaurant in Cocoa Beach. (Baker was from Bailey Island, Maine and also had a small “Shack” there). He could only get a job as dishwasher — because he “had had cancer”  and they stipulated “no insurance.” But he soldiered on, working there for decades, rising to the the top. It was there that he met and married Wendy, the mother of his three children, Desiree, Sierra and Joel. Wendy brought with her two children, Natoushia and David, whom Glen loved like his own.

The Lobster Shack sold to a restaurateur from New Jersey. Glen continued working for him, including being sent on a special assignment one summer to set up, hire, train and open up a new, riverside place on the Jersey Shore named the “9th Avenue Pier” in Belmar.

He returned to the restaurant in Cocoa Beach, which changed hands a couple more times, ending with the name “Squid  Lips,” now with an outdoor addition that he had advocated for for years, which featured live bands and sunsets on the Banana River.

Glen’s biggest pride in his life was his children and grandchildren. His oldest daughter, Desiree,  and her husband, Logan Moore, would present him with his first two grandsons, Ezra and Oliver, who were the lights of his life. He didn’t get to see his third grandson, Conner, who was born last year, to his second daughter, Sierra Dunham and Steve Patterson. He also had several nieces and nephews and grand-nieces and nephews.

After he left us, friends, family and co-workers gathered to celebrate his life at a banquet provided by the restaurant he had spent decades in. They shared his memories, with photo albums of the years, special mementos like some of his carvings, including an  amazing wooden carving of a shark that he had caved those many long years ago in school, and a slide show with a special remembrance video made by his brother, Alan, to the accompaniment of the theme song of “Jonathan Livingston Seagull,” which had been made into a movie, sung by Neil Diamond.

Then the family went out to the beach where Glen liked to go to relax for a bit after work. Different groups of the family met for dinners and outings over the next few days to celebrate his wonderful spirit and memories, including a gathering at a park across the river from the restaurant. As we stood on the waterfront looking across the river, a rainbow started building on the shore and arched over the restaurant. He was with us.

Glen lived with his beloved brother, Greg and his sweet wife, Danna for the last years of his life. Greg summed up the person that was Glen: “I guess the first thing that comes to mind about Glen is this: He lived with Danna and I for close to 14 years. In all that time we never had a disagreement or even a harsh word. He always thought about others and put them above his own interests. His is the best soul I have known. He’s still with us every day.”

We remember you; you are with us, every day, and we will gather to especially celebrate your life, your beautiful spirit, on your birthdays.

 

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