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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.

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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.

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