one year ago

Grandpa & Grandma at Lars baptism.

Mmmm, chocolate cake!

Sitting peacefully at Aunt Jan & Uncle Wes house.

Quentin's Christmas program 2007.

Two peas in a pod.

This was taken in the midst of a tickle fight.

We've been thinking a lot about our dear Grandpa Ole this month. It was Election Day last year that Ole was called home. I've wondered many times over the past year how he is spending time in heaven. No doubt none of us will know until we are there. I imagine he is able to play cribbage nonstop and is enjoying a good arguement with his sister about what the proper blood sugar level really ought to be. With Wisconsin Deer seson sneaking up on us quickly, I find myself thinking about him a lot. I'll keep sharing stories of fun memories with my kids. Quentin asks me about Grandpa Ole a lot and remembers his love of sharing a handful of Tootsie Rolls. We miss him. With God's grace and mercy, when my time comes we'll share a round of cribbage, a saltine full of limburger cheese, and a Johnny Cash song together.