Skip to main content

Leaving a Legacy

We are sad today because our grandpa, great-grandpa and generally all around wonderful guy went to Heaven yesterday morning. Muh Main Man has flown to Florida to attend the funeral of his granddad, John Francis Olsen. Gramps was a guy who lived life to the fullest, working well into his eighties, helping us every day when we were building our house eleven years ago and generally enjoying his life and his family.

He left a legacy of generosity, kindness and Christian living that we are diligently trying to pass on to our own kids. He was especially close to Muh Main Man, being his namesake and all. Muh Main Man worked at his granddad's car dealership as a teenager and they spent lots of time together. Even though he died of old age after having a full and wonderful life, we still weren't ready to let him go.

Comments

Unknown said…
May we extend ur deepest sympathy at this time and say our thoughts and prayers are with your family.

Very sincerely,

The Stewarts
Melanie said…
We are so sorry to hear about Grandpa Olsen. He was such a wonderful man.
Your family will be in our prayers.
Rochelle said…
We were sad to hear this news today. He was a wonderful, wonderful Christian man & I know his life had an impact on many, many lives...including those of my family.
Just stumbled onto your blog from a comment on another...sympathy to you...it sure sounds like he was a wonderful person. how fortunate you are to have been able to spend so much time with him.

What caught my attention on your blog was your profile as a kickboxing PTA mom from upstate NY...I'm a taekwondo black belt PT mom from western NY!!! small world!
Anonymous said…
What a great man...I don't ever remember seeing him without that gentle smile. I just loved being around him. This is one man that will be missed...but isn't heaven happy? Mom
PandaMom said…
Sorry for your loss, but great for heaven's gain. I'll be praying for your family during this time.

Popular posts from this blog

Little Chic's New Do

I have been bugging Little Chic to cut her waist-length hair for a long time. She did take about 4 inches off it about two months ago, and ever since, has been toying with the idea of something drastic and cool. Today was the day! I love it, but it's a little sad too--seeing how it makes her look all mature and teenager-ish.

"Huncle" Dave

This guy's my uncle. He's 8 years older than me. With my dad being the oldest of 10 kids, my grandma still had kids at home by the time my dad was getting started with life. This guy was my hero when I was growing up--sort of the big brother role, but with a little more novelty than a constant bully and boss hanging around. He certainly did his share of bossing and bullying, but I took it all in stride since I thought he was an incredibly big deal. Since he was the youngest of 10 kids, but older than all the grandkids, he took full advantage and made the best of his position in life. One aspect of him being more 'mature and world-wise' was that he required treatment of proper respect and authority. Thus, I, and my cousins, were expected to boost his ego by calling him by his rightful name "Huncle". This classy moniker had the unique combination of the relationship (uncle) and his self-proclamation of him being a teenage 'hunk'. Since growing up,

Stickin' It Out

I got married today. Well, not exactly today. It was Friday, June 2. But the year was 1989 - 17 years ago. "Amazing", people say. "Good for you", they comment. "You must have picked the right one", the add. Amazing? Yes. Good for me? I'll admit it. But it has nothing to do with picking the right one, really. It's not because I found the perfect boy, and it's certainly not because he found the perfect girl. It might sound a little unromantic, but there never really is a 'right one' floating around out there waiting in the cosmos for the other 'right one' to crash and connect. There may be 'better ones'; there may be 'more easily compatible' or something or other. But the real story is you start becoming the right one the moment you vow that "you do". When I married, I had been 20 for a whole 33 days, we had just completed a 2-year long-distance realtionship and HE was five years older tha