He lived his live seeking a closer relationship with the Creator.  He would ski down a slope after being dropped off by a helicopter.  He knew Russian, Greek, Hebrew, Norwegian, and English.  He learned Greek because he had heard it was hard, and he wanted to read the Bible in the earliest language we have it in.  He kept a personal memoir, but would alternate between Russian and Greek, so no one could read it.  He taught his sister to shoot a gun, and bought her one.  He would help anyone, anytime, with anything.

Just a few of the thoughts that were brought up about The Shadow Lady's great Uncle...  I met him three times, and was very impressed at his wit, his satirical sense of humor, and his energy.  He is in far a better place, but we will miss him.

About a month earlier, I was bringing Grandma home, and we got a call that he was ill, and was in the hospital.  The prognosis wasn't good.  She made him lay down after she made him eat, and then we went to his sister's house.  It was the last time I'll see him until after Judgment Day.

The service was in his home town of Centralia

He was buried on a family plot in a small, out of the way cemetery near were he lived as a youngster,
which was in Mossyrock, Washington

The minister spoke a few words, and we paid our respects

He will live on in our memories, and we'll see him again.

After the funeral, most everyone went to our family reunion, which was turned into a sort of wake.  It was good to see folks we hadn't in a while, even if the mood was a bit more subdued than it otherwise would have been.

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