In August 2006, my husband William P. Johnson, was diagnosed with bladder cancer.  The prognosis was not good, and understandably, sent Bill into quite a depression.  Trying my best to get him into a more positive mental and emotional space, I talked him into taking a Glass Fusing Class at my bead shop in Sacramento.  The lure of enticement being, "there are saws, drills and other power tools involved!"  He grudgingly acquiesced and took the class, and in short order was hooked!

 

Bill became prolific at creating these mesmerizing pendants.  We sold literally hundreds of them in our shop.  It became such a popular item, that Bill had to train a couple of the employees to help him keep up with demand.

 

In November 2010, Bill's valiant fight with cancer came to an end.  The next day, as I sat in the Funeral Director's office, and completed forms, she asked me what he did for a living.  I pondered that question a while, as Bill had achieved many things in his life.  I decided to say he was a "Glass Artist", as that was the one thing he seemed most proud of.  She then asked to see one of his pieces, and when I showed her, she asked if they could be made with cremains in them...and the idea bloomed!

In August 2006, my husband William P. Johnson, was diagnosed with bladder cancer.  The prognosis was not good, and understandably, sent Bill into quite a depression.  Trying my best to get him into a more positive mental and emotional space, I talked him into taking a Glass Fusing Class at my bead shop in Sacramento.  The lure of enticement being, "there are saws, drills and other power tools involved!"  He grudgingly acquiesced and took the class, and in short order was hooked!

 

Bill became prolific at creating these mesmerizing pendants.  We sold literally hundreds of them in our shop.  It became such a popular item, that Bill had to train a couple of the employees to help him keep up with demand.

 

In November 2010, Bill's valiant fight with cancer came to an end.  The next day, as I sat in the Funeral Director's office, and completed forms, she asked me what he did for a living.  I pondered that question a while, as Bill had achieved many things in his life.  I decided to say he was a "Glass Artist", as that was the one thing he seemed most proud of.  She then asked to see one of his pieces, and when I showed her, she asked if they could be made with cremains in them...and the idea bloomed!

In August 2006, my husband William P. Johnson, was diagnosed with bladder cancer.  The prognosis was not good, and understandably, sent Bill into quite a depression.  Trying my best to get him into a more positive mental and emotional space, I talked him into taking a Glass Fusing Class at my bead shop in Sacramento.  The lure of enticement being, "there are saws, drills and other power tools involved!"  He grudgingly acquiesced and took the class, and in short order was hooked!

 

Bill became prolific at creating these mesmerizing pendants.  We sold literally hundreds of them in our shop.  It became such a popular item, that Bill had to train a couple of the employees to help him keep up with demand.

 

In November 2010, Bill's valiant fight with cancer came to an end.  The next day, as I sat in the Funeral Director's office, and completed forms, she asked me what he did for a living.  I pondered that question a while, as Bill had achieved many things in his life.  I decided to say he was a "Glass Artist", as that was the one thing he seemed most proud of.  She then asked to see one of his pieces, and when I showed her, she asked if they could be made with cremains in them...and the idea bloomed!

In August 2006, my husband William P. Johnson, was diagnosed with bladder cancer.  The prognosis was not good, and understandably, sent Bill into quite a depression.  Trying my best to get him into a more positive mental and emotional space, I talked him into taking a Glass Fusing Class at my bead shop in Sacramento.  The lure of enticement being, "there are saws, drills and other power tools involved!"  He grudgingly acquiesced and took the class, and in short order was hooked!

 

Bill became prolific at creating these mesmerizing pendants.  We sold literally hundreds of them in our shop.  It became such a popular item, that Bill had to train a couple of the employees to help him keep up with demand.

 

In November 2010, Bill's valiant fight with cancer came to an end.  The next day, as I sat in the Funeral Director's office, and completed forms, she asked me what he did for a living.  I pondered that question a while, as Bill had achieved many things in his life.  I decided to say he was a "Glass Artist", as that was the one thing he seemed most proud of.  She then asked to see one of his pieces, and when I showed her, she asked if they could be made with cremains in them...and the idea bloomed!

In August 2006, my husband William P. Johnson, was diagnosed with bladder cancer.  The prognosis was not good, and understandably, sent Bill into quite a depression.  Trying my best to get him into a more positive mental and emotional space, I talked him into taking a Glass Fusing Class at my bead shop in Sacramento.  The lure of enticement being, "there are saws, drills and other power tools involved!"  He grudgingly acquiesced and took the class, and in short order was hooked!

 

Bill became prolific at creating these mesmerizing pendants.  We sold literally hundreds of them in our shop.  It became such a popular item, that Bill had to train a couple of the employees to help him keep up with demand.

 

In November 2010, Bill's valiant fight with cancer came to an end.  The next day, as I sat in the Funeral Director's office, and completed forms, she asked me what he did for a living.  I pondered that question a while, as Bill had achieved many things in his life.  I decided to say he was a "Glass Artist", as that was the one thing he seemed most proud of.  She then asked to see one of his pieces, and when I showed her, she asked if they could be made with cremains in them...and the idea bloomed!

In August 2006, my husband William P. Johnson, was diagnosed with bladder cancer.  The prognosis was not good, and understandably, sent Bill into quite a depression.  Trying my best to get him into a more positive mental and emotional space, I talked him into taking a Glass Fusing Class at my bead shop in Sacramento.  The lure of enticement being, "there are saws, drills and other power tools involved!"  He grudgingly acquiesced and took the class, and in short order was hooked!

 

Bill became prolific at creating these mesmerizing pendants.  We sold literally hundreds of them in our shop.  It became such a popular item, that Bill had to train a couple of the employees to help him keep up with demand.

 

In November 2010, Bill's valiant fight with cancer came to an end.  The next day, as I sat in the Funeral Director's office, and completed forms, she asked me what he did for a living.  I pondered that question a while, as Bill had achieved many things in his life.  I decided to say he was a "Glass Artist", as that was the one thing he seemed most proud of.  She then asked to see one of his pieces, and when I showed her, she asked if they could be made with cremains in them...and the idea bloomed!

In August 2006, my husband William P. Johnson, was diagnosed with bladder cancer.  The prognosis was not good, and understandably, sent Bill into quite a depression.  Trying my best to get him into a more positive mental and emotional space, I talked him into taking a Glass Fusing Class at my bead shop in Sacramento.  The lure of enticement being, "there are saws, drills and other power tools involved!"  He grudgingly acquiesced and took the class, and in short order was hooked!

 

Bill became prolific at creating these mesmerizing pendants.  We sold literally hundreds of them in our shop.  It became such a popular item, that Bill had to train a couple of the employees to help him keep up with demand.

 

In November 2010, Bill's valiant fight with cancer came to an end.  The next day, as I sat in the Funeral Director's office, and completed forms, she asked me what he did for a living.  I pondered that question a while, as Bill had achieved many things in his life.  I decided to say he was a "Glass Artist", as that was the one thing he seemed most proud of.  She then asked to see one of his pieces, and when I showed her, she asked if they could be made with cremains in them...and the idea bloomed!

In August 2006, my husband William P. Johnson, was diagnosed with bladder cancer.  The prognosis was not good, and understandably, sent Bill into quite a depression.  Trying my best to get him into a more positive mental and emotional space, I talked him into taking a Glass Fusing Class at my bead shop in Sacramento.  The lure of enticement being, "there are saws, drills and other power tools involved!"  He grudgingly acquiesced and took the class, and in short order was hooked!

 

Bill became prolific at creating these mesmerizing pendants.  We sold literally hundreds of them in our shop.  It became such a popular item, that Bill had to train a couple of the employees to help him keep up with demand.

 

In November 2010, Bill's valiant fight with cancer came to an end.  The next day, as I sat in the Funeral Director's office, and completed forms, she asked me what he did for a living.  I pondered that question a while, as Bill had achieved many things in his life.  I decided to say he was a "Glass Artist", as that was the one thing he seemed most proud of.  She then asked to see one of his pieces, and when I showed her, she asked if they could be made with cremains in them...and the idea bloomed!

In August 2006, my husband William P. Johnson, was diagnosed with bladder cancer.  The prognosis was not good, and understandably, sent Bill into quite a depression.  Trying my best to get him into a more positive mental and emotional space, I talked him into taking a Glass Fusing Class at my bead shop in Sacramento.  The lure of enticement being, "there are saws, drills and other power tools involved!"  He grudgingly acquiesced and took the class, and in short order was hooked!

 

Bill became prolific at creating these mesmerizing pendants.  We sold literally hundreds of them in our shop.  It became such a popular item, that Bill had to train a couple of the employees to help him keep up with demand.

 

In November 2010, Bill's valiant fight with cancer came to an end.  The next day, as I sat in the Funeral Director's office, and completed forms, she asked me what he did for a living.  I pondered that question a while, as Bill had achieved many things in his life.  I decided to say he was a "Glass Artist", as that was the one thing he seemed most proud of.  She then asked to see one of his pieces, and when I showed her, she asked if they could be made with cremains in them...and the idea bloomed!