Birth date: Oct 29, 1955 Death date: Apr 11, 2015
Peter Leif Olson, age 59, of Baraga, passed away Saturday, April 11, 2015 at Baraga County Memorial Hospital, L’Anse following a battle with late-stage cancer. He was born in Hancock, MI on October 29, 1955 the son of the late Lei Read Obituary
Although I was not around for many of the changes in Pete's life, I can honestly say I never saw him angry. He was a very caring and forgiving man. The world is a lesser place with Pete gone and Heaven is a better place with him there. God bless the family.
My deepest sympathy to you all. You are in my thoughts & prayers. I'm so thankful to have met Pete & all of you. He always had a funny story or made a joke, but most of all he always agreed with me on the Packers!!! I'm so sad that I will be unable to attend the funeral, but am so thankful Dan & I saw him last Saturday. He was laughing & cracking jokes the whole visit & that is a good memory I have. RIP Pete ❤️❤️❤️
My deepest sympathy to all Pete's family and friends . He will be deeply missed .
I have many fond memories with Pete and the rest of the gang and all the fun times we had.
May God be with you in this time of need and help heal you all.
Dan Saari
Ang....my heart, thoughts & prayers are with you, your mom and the rest of your family at this difficult time....love ya girl!!! HUGS!!!!
Olsons,
Your family and mine have been friends for a generation. Indeed, when you spend so much time together, growing up, the line between "friend" and "family" becomes barely distinguishable. Certainly, Pete never let anybody feel like an outsider.
He taught me many lessons, (yes, mostly related to firearms) but by far the most important was this - the relationships forged in the fires of shared experience are every bit as important as those born of blood. He would never have articulated it that way, (in fact, he would smirk at my highfalutin use of language) but he showed us in the way he lived. His loyalty to his friends and family, his capacity for forgiveness, and his damn near superhuman patience are things we can all aspire to and learn from.
He's one of the few people whose respect I felt I really NEEDED to earn; all the while knowing he'll let my bone-headed moves slide and if I'm really headed the wrong way, he'd tell me plainly. I'm a better man for knowing that.
I can't imagine how painful his loss is to all of you. That pain is the long shadow cast by love's radiance. (I do apologize for my absence, by the way. I can't quite look at the pictures you all have been sharing without becoming a blubbering mess and I figured that wouldn't terribly helpful at the moment.)
There aren't words that make grieving easier. Even knowing that, the people who love you feel compelled to try...
Having witnessed the effect that the passing of good people has on their loved ones, especially their children, I've observed that, eventually, the lessons he taught you and the good things that he shared with you will outshine the pain; reducing it; minimizing it; but, he wouldn't want me to lie and tell you it'll ever be gone entirely. I don't think it's supposed to. Those of us who have had the pleasure of knowing him will carry those good things with us and, if we learned anything from Pete, we'll share them anybody who crosses our path and seems to need them.
Love,
Andy Chosa
