This is my third "ode" style blog post. The first one was an ode to the Wife's Grandma Millie, who died a little over a year ago. The second was to my good friend, Mike Alwin, who didn't die, but his role in my life was about to change, so I thought he deserved an ode as well. This one is an ode to the Wife's other grandma, Grandma Loris, who died last week, just a couple of months after celebrating her 90th birthday.
I didn't get to know Grandma Loris nearly as well as I did Grandma Millie. Grandma Loris lived several hundred miles away on the western edge of Nebraska, and the only time I ever met her was when she and several other members of the family came to Minnesota for our wedding, 8 and a half years ago now. It was fun to meet everyone, but with all the wedding stuff going on, I wasn't able to spend a whole lot of time getting to know them all that well.
Lots of varying circumstances kept me from going out to Nebraska to visit, but the Wife and all three of our kids made the trip in October to celebrate Grandma Loris' birthday. They all had a great time, and the kids really enjoyed meeting their other Grandma that they had heard all about.
Rest in peace, Grandma Loris!