This is a special blog post. A week ago today my husband's sole surviving grandparent, his grandpa Harold, passed away after nearly 100 years of life on this earth. His funeral was last Thursday and my husband was asked to say some things about his grandpa. Since many of Jeff's cousins and other family members couldn't make it to the funeral, we wanted to share Jeff's words about his grandpa with you on this platform. What follows in the rest of this post are Jeff's words. He delivered it beautifully to the congregation. We pray his memories and message bless you as his grandpa was a blessing to all of us who knew him.
family and friends. Tonight we are given
the privilege to remember Harold Victor Forsberg. If you don’t know who I am, I am Jeff
Forsberg. Harold was my
grandfather. I, along with my sister,
was blessed to grow up next to Grandma and Grandpa’s house. I was down there all the time. Their house was like a second home.
many people have so many great memories of my Grandpa Harold. I know I have a ton. I remember when he taught me how to coast
down the hill in the driveway at my house on my blue banana seated bike. Grandpa was sitting on the seat of the bike
going down the hill, his legs sticking straight out in a V. Another thing I remember was that he and my
Grandma, Lillian, would come out to Way Dam for the day when my family was
camping on an island. Camping was great,
but the big thing was when they would show up.
They would come out for dinner, and Grandpa would go swimming with us
way out in the middle of the lake. We
would need life jackets just to go out that far and stay out as long as we
did. You have to remember that he was in
his 70s-80s when he did this. My sister,
Jean, just reminded me the other day that he was doing handstands in the water
loved to hunt. He hunted almost his
entire life. I know he hunted Ruffed
grouse, bear, and most of all deer. I am
sure Harold hunted other things too. The
last deer he shot, my dad and I went to help him get it. I was dragging out what happened to be a
little doe. I was dragging it pretty
fast and my dad was telling me under his breath to slow down so that Grandpa
would not think it was so small. He did
shoot his fair share of bucks, even the year before. I believe he got an 8 point buck in the
fields by his house.
thing I remember best though about Harold, were the stories. He had so many stories. I remember him talking about hunting during
the Depression era. One time, Grandpa
told me that he was canning venison in the summer with Lillian, the whole house
reeking of said canned venison and the Game Warden showed up. The Warden came in and said something to the
extent of “Hey, Harold. I am going to
try and bust your friend so you better not go out hunting.” And then the Game Warden left.
remember him telling me that onetime his friends had found a bear that they
wanted to shoot but they did not think that they could make the shot so they
went and got Harold. Grandpa was a good
shot. So anyways he ends up shooting the
bear for them, and he ends up with some of the meat. Later he ends up feeding this to his
in-laws. So everyone is enjoying the
meal. Grandpa has not told them that it
is bear that they are eating. During the
middle of the meal Harold asks his father-in-law how he likes the meat they are
eating to which his father-in-law says it was real good. Grandpa then proceeds to tell him that it is
bear that they are eating and his father-in-law did not eat another bite.
one that I remember was that WWII was going on and that he was getting ready to
ship out to Basic Training. Harold was
supposed to leave in a day or two.
Somehow he was at a machine shop and the guy who ran the place found out
that he was a machinist. The guy said
you’re not going anywhere and you are going to work here. So for the entire time during the war, my
grandpa made axles for M4 Sherman tanks.
Being that I was in the Guard, I have seen a few military bases. They tend to use tanks as monuments. I have seen my fair share of Sherman tanks,
and thinking now, did he make parts for a tank that I saw? Most likely not, but it is possible.
story I remember him telling me as a young impressionable boy and throughout
when I was older, was of him blowing things up as a kid. He would blow up trees dynamite along with
his brothers. He also would fish with some
other type of explosives. Can you
imagine doing this stuff for fun? As
many of you know me, I dream of blowing stuff up. He got to do it, the cops were not called,
and everyone had a good time.
a more serious note, Harold loved his wife and family. He loved Lilian so much. They went on so many adventures
together. Camping all over, including
many trips to Canada and Way Dam. I
remember that they always were together.
They just loved being with each other.
They were blessed to be married just shy of 65 years. I know that I hear that, and say I wish that
I would have that too. He loved his
children. I could tell that he loved having
them over to spend time with him. Because
of that, along with Grandma’s help, he fostered a love in this family that I
have not seen in many other places. We
always would be getting together. It was
like a family reunion all the time. He
would take the entire family out to dinner all the time, his kids, grandkids,
spouses, even friends that ended up being there. He loved being with us. I know that he loved being with his friends
too. He and Lillian were great friends
with Nada and Fred. Nada was like
another grandma almost because of how close Harold and Lillian were with
them. There was Tony and Mim too. I wish I had more stories of them but those
are for someone else to tell.
most important thing about Grandpa was and is that he knows Jesus Christ. For that reason I know, and we can all know,
that Harold is in heaven now. Harold was
not a perfect man just as none of us are.
For that reason He knew that he need a savior. God hates sin so much that Hell was created
and yet He loved us so much, us who offended God’s perfect holiness, that He
sent Jesus to die for our sins. Jesus,
who is perfect in every way, took what we deserved. Harold knows this now better than any of
us. We live in a fallen world, all
because mankind’s sin caused it be cursed and now we think it is normal when it
is not. I know that people don’t want to
hear this always but I know Harold right now would want you to hear this. I have heard that people say, “go to Hell for
the company and Heaven for the climate.”
I will agree the climate is infinitely better in heaven, but honestly
the best company is in heaven. I have
the joy of knowing that most of my family knows the Lord. That means I get to have family reunions
forever. More importantly, all who truly
believe in the Lord Jesus Christ are adopted into God’s family. The royal family of God. That is where Harold is now. He, who was born a sinner, is now a Prince
and Jesus who is God, his brother. Praise God, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.