Glen Edward Lacey, son of Nelson Lacey and Pauline Lim, is survived by his sister, Sandra Macdonald of Las Vegas, Nevada; his sister, Marlene Lacey, and her partner, Alan Dobson, of Parksville, British Columbia; and his brother, Randy Lacey of Medicine Hat, Alberta, together with nieces, nephews, and their descendants. He was predeceased by his parents; his stepfather, Hugh Lim; and his brothers, Gary Lacey and Wayne Lacey.

Despite the personal challenges he carried, Glen graduated from high school and took genuine pride in earning his welding certificate. He showed that pride through action, using his skills to assist his stepfather with welding projects and contributing substantially to the building of the Lim family home’s basement. He worked as a welder at Nobleford Blades in Nobleford, and later for a railway restoration company in Calgary. After returning to Cranbrook, British Columbia, the city of his birth, he worked at Skyway Distributors and later at Red Carpet Coffee, where he held cleaning and maintenance roles while his older brother Wayne managed operations. Glen approached his work with dedication, care, and a strong ethic of responsibility.

Glen was often found working alongside his stepfather, helping with practical tasks and assisting in the maintenance and preparation of the ultralight Hugh loved to fly. Throughout his life, Glen challenged himself and stayed close to the things that gave him purpose: motorbike riding, shooting, hunting, ice-fishing, gardening—especially roses and tomatoes—making jerky and soups, cooking, sharing meals, cleaning, organizing, helping neighbours, and honouring all who entered his life. He valued the company of those around him and offered his presence in steady, practical ways.

He also explored pottery, making white and boldly coloured bowls that he gifted to family and friends, and later creating spoon rests. His tattoos, each chosen with intention, remain among the truest expressions of who he was: a living archive of his identity, humour, strength, and the stories he chose to carry. Glen’s hand tattoo, his monogram, stands as a small, steady mark of him—the curve holding the line, the line standing its ground—simple, quiet, and true to the way he moved through the world. This is Glen. This is his record; this is his legacy.

Cremation has taken place. A private family service will follow.

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