RIP, Harold

Rest in peace Harold Frisvold. I didn’t know you well. Okay, okay, I never met you at all. And I don’t know much about you. But still, I felt like I knew you after I saw your photo and read your obituary; I’ll bet you made people laugh and/or cry. You were 98 1/2 when you passed in Bloomington, MN — I’ve never been there — but I just feel that it’s the kind of place I would have appreciated. Such a shame.

You were a legend to someone, I bet. I hope you were memorable to your deceased husband and surviving children. I don’t know your story, but you left a wife, son, daughter-in-law and a bunch of grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Most people would call that quite a proud legacy.

Indeed. To my way of thinking, that’s a greater legacy than that of an entertainer who made millions of dollars to act like a fool. I didn’t know any of those folks either, in fact I never even saw any of them in the flesh. They were great, though, and received much acclaim for their gifts.

It just seems appropriate to take a moment and honor you instead of those famous people for a change. I’m pretty sure that you were never on Johnny Carson. And you didn’t come from Ork, or live in a trailer at Malibu Beach. But you were Pappa to someone, and that is just as great – and greater – as all the rest.

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