My Grandpa Olson died on the morning of Tuesday, January 7th.

My Grandpa Krahn died around 6pm on the evening of Friday, January 17th.

I miss them both already more than I can say.

Having wonderful grandparents is a great blessing and joy, but it also means much sorrow when they're gone.

Weird to realize after spending most of my life with four grandparents, I'm down to only one: my Grandma Olson who lives in Mitchell, South Dakota. More on this in my journal.

*HUGS* *HUGS* *HUGS*

My condolences.

And even though this is an obviously hard time, I take note that you've had 4 grandparents all alive in your life time! That alone is something to be grateful for, I think.

My paternal grandmother died a decade before I was born, my paternal grandfather died when I was 7, my maternal grandfather died when I was 16, my maternal grandmother died when I was 24, and my father died when I was 28.

But I met someone last year who was pretty much raised by their aunt and uncle because all of their grandparents and both their parents were gone by the time they were 7.

And nobody ever has enough time with anyone, it seems. Life seems way too short.

And I now realize I've been wasting time with petty and unworthy topics recently.

It's news like this which should put things in better perspective.

Thanks.

You're lucky. I grew up with only one living grandparent, the mother of my father, and she died when I was thirteen, not long after my parents' divorce.

The others died long before I was born.

I only read about your sort of experience in books and articles. I have always only had an abstract for that sort of thing.

If it isn't clear, I grieve for your loss, and I wish I could do more.