A Great Man Died Today
Quietly, at home surrounded by his family, a great man died. He was ready to go, he said. If you asked him, he would say he lived a good long life, God gave him more than he deserved and 95 years was a good long time. He lived a life that will be remembered by many. And likely not for any single great thing, but for a multitude of small things. He lived the kind of life one would want to be remembered for living.
Born the son of Swedish immigrants in Wisconsin, a WWII veteran, father of four children and stepfather to four more, a farmer, a hunter and fisherman, a steward of the land- he truly was a great man. Always smiling and incredibly humble, if you asked him he would never say he was a great man. I honestly doubt he even thought he was. He would have seen himself a person put here to do the right thing always, to teach and be taught, to love and be loved. He lived a simple and honest life and many people had the privilege to share it with him.
So at around midnight, he was reunited with his wife of many years, brothers and sisters, parents and friends. Heaven is a little better off today, and we here are a little less fortunate. A great man died today. His name was Carl, he was my grandpa, and I will miss him.
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