Deneen Fendig

Angelic in voice goddess in giving and love entirely

I personally never met Deneen, but I recently listened to the podcast she had with her son Duncan when she was in the active stage of dying...and I must say that it was the most beautiful, comforting, and loving conversation I have ever listened to.

My mother was a very loving and kind woman who had a very similar essence to Deneen. Very intelligent, generous, and loving all around. She sadly died by suicide due to a very troubling and difficult personal life coupled up with the...

I never met Deneen but I'm sure her son captured her essence well on his show Midnight Gospel. I couldn't help but from tearing up as the last scene where Duncan and his mom as planets, fade into this black hole as they discuss the perpetuating love that they have for each other. It's that kind of warmth that you can feel the screen. I lost my grandfather recently. It's been strange because we haven't been able to leave the house to have a service for him in any way. The quarantine is...

I am what you would call a stranger. I've never met Deneen, but have recently watched her son's show Midnight Gospel which she was featured on. I found out my great aunt passed away minutes before delving into the episode she so humbly stars in. I am grateful to her and Duncan for helping me move through my emotions and for sharing their perspectives on death and love. She so clearly was a wonderful presence, and my heart goes out to any and all who have been influenced by her.

This is Gary Becker. I graduated from Glen Academy in 1965 and Billy Brewer contacted me concerning high school reminiscing groups he has formed which reminded me that over the years I have wanted to locate Deneen. Deneen was my first love and I was extremely sad to find out just now that she is gone. She was every wonderful thing you could say about her. I know you miss her as I have for about 50 years.

Deneen was my youngest Sister and enjoyed being different in many ways from the rest of us old stodgy siblings. She was full of love and loved being loved. She loved nature and from whence it came from.She "marched by her own drumbeat" and I am sure that her Spirit is now dancing, pain free, in the heavens and trying to convince God that she was right.
We will miss her uniqueness and spunk and love her dearly!