Glen William Hupp was born February 10,1944, in Shreveport LA, to Addie Zee Hupp and Keith A. Hupp. He passed away in the early hours of November 15, 2024, in the VA Hospital in Hot Springs SD, with his cherished wife of 54 years, Patricia Hupp and children nearby.

Glen was a private man and known to do things his own way including setting up his own arrangements for his eventual death. Strong willed and comforted by being in charge, he opted for a military burial with graveside services for his immediate family only. It was his wish that his friends and family not fuss, however he did understand there would be a celebration of life set at a later date. Naturally he didn't want an obituary but he did enjoy swapping stories over coffee, so grab a cup in his honor and enjoy the following.

Glen was born the oldest of six children and grew up on a ranch outside of Hot Springs, SD. He was very devoted to his mother and grandmother through their entire lives and helped take care of the rest of the family until well after his beloved mother passed away.  He struck out on his own at a very young age working various jobs and learning to be a truck driver.

On July 5, 1966, he was drafted into the U.S. Armed Forces where he served in Vietnam until April 7, 1968.  He was awarded the Vietnam National Defense Service Medal, the Vietnam Service Medal and the Vietnam Campaign Medal. Glen returned to Vietnam after his honorable discharge to work for the Department of Defense until finally returning home to Hot Springs in November of 1969.

Upon his return he purchased a house moving business and returned to one of his most cherished hobbies of hunting and fishing which he immediately did a great deal of. In May of 1970 he was living in a small house in Hot Springs when he ventured out on a very warm day to see a lovely woman intently trimming hedges a few yards over. He went over and struck up a conversation by way of offering a cold beverage. He must have been instantly smitten because he used a very suave line of, "Wouldn't it be something if you started on one end, and I started on the other, and we fell in love." The lady in question, Patricia, promptly cut through the cord of her hedge trimmer. It was a whirlwind because they were married within a few weeks on July 31,1970. They became an instant family of four when Patricia brought her son, John, and daughter Kathi with her.

Glen had a very sharp mind and was ever the business man. He built up his house moving business and carried it on for over 25 years with the support of Patricia and a couple special employees who became friends. Glen could move nearly anything and was known for moving much more than houses, but large barns, huge propane tanks and even a gas station right from the middle of Hot Springs to the very end of town. He could solve all logistics from power lines, negotiate with local authorities and safely work out traffic concerns. He engineered his own tools, most notably designing steerable dollies and inflatable house jacks, which enabled him to move things with minimal damage. In the off season he often returned to trucking, hauling propane in the 70s and 80s and later it would be over the road trucking cross country.

Glen's family grew and he and Patricia had two more children together, a daughter Brenda and son Glen Jr. He would occasionally include one or the other on short trips or to coffee or when he would go hunting. Brenda was quite often in tow, professing to love coffee and be helpful in deer and antelope hunting from the age of five onwards. Glen would chuckle as he would egg Glen Jr. into charming waitresses while out to coffee causing mischief in their wake.

They lived in a house Glen purchased and moved to Hot Springs from Rapid. The house was always filled with a variety of dogs, cats and the occasional bird or fish as Glen was a great lover of animals. He was never without their companionship and he had their devotion, in return perhaps both finding comfort from each other. He even had final arrangements made for his beloved dog Pickette to say goodbye to him. Pickette was his treasured girl from a dear departed friend.

As mentioned, Glen loved hunting and fishing and there was not a season he didn't participate in. There were many years he and Brenda would venture out in the wee hours of very cold mornings, following carefully planned hunting strategies to "catch the big trophy" and he had to put up with a child's antics of squealing  with delight and scaring the big game away, or accidentally hitting an 8pt buck with a snowball that was irresistibly tossed over ravine. After the big hunt there was always the trip back into town to show off or lament the one that got away over coffee.

Glen enjoyed the meeting over a cup of coffee right up until the end. He might gruffly greet folks with affectionate nicknames and a twinkle in his eye while "educating" them on things like the stock market or how things should be done. He always had an opinion and was quick to share it. He liked to be in charge and this was evidenced by Patricia quipping she hasn't made a decision for over 54 years.

Veterans, particularly those who served in Vietnam, were held in high esteem by Glen and he proudly wore hats and t-shirts with their emblems. Glen had a deep abiding respect for veterans and supported the Cornerstone Rescue Mission Veterans program and a memorial will be sent in his honor.

Glen left this world the way he lived his life, on his own terms. He leaves his wife, Patricia; son, John (wife Peggy);  daughter, Kathi; daughter, Brenda (husband JC); and son, Glen Jr. He had grandchildren John, Jake, Cooper, Carson and Gracie, and great grandchildren Jaxon and Justice. May he enjoy endless cups of coffee and swapped stories.