A Century of Love
My girls, Abigail (left) and Alivia, with their great-grandfather a few years ago. How could one not love the smile on that man. By Allan Olson So recently this page has changed from my weekly ramblings about family and life to some different editorial opinions written and submitted by others. This week I decided to take a moment to reflect on a life – one that had nearly a century on this earth. Last week, we received word that my wife’s grandpa was in the hospital. Taking into consideration his age and the prognosis of pneumonia, we were informed that the odds of keeping him around much longer were not good. As he was well known for being stubborn, we held out the hope that just maybe he would prove the doctors wrong one more time and pull through. Unfortunately, it was not to be. On Friday evening my wife got a call letting her know he had passed. While he was not my “grandpa” in the biological/genetic sense of the word, I have had the privileg...