1938 - 2020
Glenn Max Drotts, age 81, of Port Isabel, Texas, passed away Wednesday, September 30, 2020, after living a full life of adventures.
Family man, beloved husband, dad, and grandpa, he gave his last adoring look to his wife Gail Drotts on at 5:37 a.m. that morning— true to himself—always bright and early.
He fought a short, strong and unfair fight with cancer, with his wife Gail by his side day in and day out.
He died surrounded by his loved ones. He is survived by his loving wife, Gail Drotts of Port Isabel, Texas; his five children: Brad Drotts of Topeka, Bonnie Fose of Salina, Derrick Drotts of Topeka, Doug Drotts of League City Texas, and Dane Drotts of Chicago IL; his sister Lucy Clouse of Hutchinson, MN; and his many loving grandchildren, great-grandchildren and extended family.
As strong as he was, he could never resist sweet kisses as much as he could not resist chocolate. His sweet tooth gave him away, and he would famously say there were only two kinds of pies he would eat…“hot and cold.”
Glenn learned at a young age to earn things the hard way. He worked on his dairy farm in rural Kansas while raising his five kids with his first wife, Connie Drotts. For Glenn, there was never time to hang out. There was time to work and time to love; that left no other time. After a full day of work on Saturday, he would load all the kids in the station wagon and head to Phillipsburg, Kan. to the drive-in movie theater. He loved hunting and fishing on the farm with his dad and his kids.
Working hard was a family business for Glenn so he made sure his kids, Brad, Bonnie, Derrick, Doug, and Dane were strong and tough. However, they always knew they were loved.
Glenn was a man of diverse interests. He loved a simple life and never needed much for himself. But he always wanted to be informed and stayed curious all his life. That curiosity led him to experiment how a tough cowboy would look with permed hair—a memory his kids found very hard to forget. He made sure he used the latest technology in farming, as well as real estate.
Whoever met him was very impressed with his work ethic. He never blinked at waking up at dawn in the Kansas winter; so much so that you would think he loved the cold weather. However, when he retired, he found his paradise in Port Isabel, Texas where he bragged about having no days under the 70s.
Retirement did not slow him down. He continued to work from Texas, impressing anybody that would see him bend down and lift weights in his late 70s. Not many men were as fit as him at 80. He was so fit, it took not one but many tumors to bring him down. The warm weather gave him the golden color which set so nicely with his blue eyes, making him look as handsome as always clear into his 80s.
Glenn was proud of how well he aged. He was strong, handsome, and worked out almost every day. He would cook some mean steaks which his son, Dane, loved to send him, and he shared with everyone how good those steaks were.
Depending on the moment of life in which you talked to him, you would get long lessons on tractors, engines, oil, steaks, Scotch, NASCAR, or politics. However little you could understand his technical farming lingo, or agree/disagree with his loud political views, you could never resist his smile. He would say things that made you shake your head, and then followed it up with a smile that would melt your heart; he could get away with almost anything.
Of all the people he touched, both willingly and unwillingly, his most proud achievement in life was marrying his wife, Gail Drotts, who supported him during his heyday and lovingly supported him physically during the last days together.