Richard OlsonResided in Gladstone, MIDied January 24, 2009 Richard Duane Share this:FacebookMoreTwitterPrintEmail
I am really going to miss uncle Richie! Jenny and Jason, I am so sorry I couldn’t make it to the funeral. You are in my thoughts and prayers. He will be watching over you guys with Gramma at his side. HE is in good hands now and I am certain he has found peace. I hope you both do as well. All my love~
Winter Park, CO
I am so very glad that you were a big part of my life.Thank you for being there for me and thank you for allowing me to be there for you. I will miss you.
Jenny and Jason,
Please accept my sympathy on the loss of your father. My thoughts are with you both right now. I am glad that I had the chance to see Ritchie in the hospital – his humor and spirit never failed. He was taken from us too soon, but those we carry in our hearts and memories are never truly gone.
With love, Athena
Richie, you will be sadly missed.
Jeff and Lynne Anderson and family
To Ole’s family,
Ole and I were classmates together and when we graduated, we went off to explore the world as high school grads often do. We lost touch until my wife and I returned to Gladstone two years ago. We bumped into each other at the Stonehouse one evening and had wonderful time catching up. It was so great seeing him again. We was a good classmate and friend, andI really enjoyed his smile and sense of humor. I will miss him. All of you are in our thoughts.
In life they say we are lucky if we can count our good friends on one hand. I think of Dick as one of those people.
I didn’t see him for many years, but he was always in my thoughts, and prayers.
The times I spent playing golf, and hanging out at your house with Dick, and you kids are special memories to me.
Tim Ed Miller
Jason and Jen, I`m so sorry to hear about your dad`s passing. I know he is Richie up there, but to me he was always Dick, or Ole, or Owllie, or OB Olson ( a tribute to too many errant tee shots).
The last time I saw him was at Jen`s wedding and Dick, Jason, my brother Bob and I played golf. It was something that Dick and I did almost every Sunday for the 5 years that I lived in that house on Pangborn Ave. that I called Olsonland. We spent a lot of time together either golfing or working out or watching football.
When my sister introduced us to her fianc