He was a stoic Norwegian. Reserved in disposition, yet friendly to everyone, he was always quick to laugh. And way too quick to die. Taken in the earliest days of his well-deserved retirement, he succumbed to an aggressive glioblastoma just a few short weeks after the diagnosis. He thought he would live to be 100. Cancer had other plans. A hard-working, clean-living outdoorsman, my wife's father deserved to live forever. And he does, in the hearts of those he left behind. We miss him every day.
And I try to honor him. Every day.
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