My grandma met Victor for the first time when he was one month old, and it was both “Hello” and “Good-Bye”. Grandma Judy passed away peacefully this morning at the age of 99.5.
When she held this sweet child of mine, she was holding her 70th-something descendent. (We haven’t got an exact count at the moment, but it’s a lot!). 
One doesn’t live to be 99 by being a wishy-washy people pleaser. Oh boy, my grandma was anything but that. She was as honest as the day is long, and the people caring for her certainly heard it, if the food she was served wasn’t to par.
My grandma leaves behind a legacy of hard work. She gave birth to 12 children, and endured the loss of 2 of them at a young age. Her children all contributed to the success of their farming way of life. She and grandpa Alton (who passed away 12 years ago) raised ’em right.
Across the state of Minnesota, 5 of her sons (my dad being one of them) owned their own dairy farms. You can imagine that Christmas gatherings were timed so families could attend between morning and evening milkings. We will gather once again in a few weeks to celebrate her life, and how privileged we are to be descendants of the one and only Judy Albrecht. May her memory be a blessing.
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