Gregory Clayton Olmstead, 61, of Kings Mountain, died at his home on July 31, 2016.
He was born in Amsterdam, NY.
He was preceded in death by his father Clayton Olmstead and daughter Elizabeth.
He was a US Navy Veteran serving two tours of Vietnam, and past Commander of the Kings Mountain VFW.
He was a retired electrician and loved to travel.
SURVIVORS: Wife: Elizabeth Marlow Olmstead, Kings Mountain, NC Sons: Aaron Olmstead, Mount Holly and Craig Brophy, Penn. Mother: Doris Ovitt, Broadalbin, NY Step-Daughters: Cindy Horne and husband Shawn Netzley, Shelby, NC Step-Sons: Dennis Horne and wife Connie, Billy Horne Brother: Clayton Olmstead, Jamestown, NY Sister: Vickie Thompson, Johnstown, NY 12 grandchildren and 12 great-grandchildren
Still working on bios. There is a lot to remember him by. He was my love and my life.
We were married in York County, SC April 11, 1991. These 24 years of my life with Greg were the best years of my life.
The day after Greg was buried I lost Our little Gracie. She grieved herself to death. It was another bad loss for me. Two visits to the vet couldn't help her. She is buried with the one she loved the most.
During our marriage we had traveled almost 30 states and two different countries. Greg loved talking to the locals about their culture of the area.
Greg taught me how to live life to the fullest. It was nothing for us to take off without notice and go ride the train at Tweetsie, play at Mystery Hill, or just go for a ride that would last till the next day ending up at no planned destination.
We played in the snow in Colorado, rode the big coasters at Hershey, four wheeled the bad lands in Utah, rode the Lady of the Mist in Niagara, and visited every single amusement park near Lake George, NY.
These are only the highlights.
We also made two trips to New Orleans and had a ball watching people, visited my brother in Texas, visited the four corners and made annual trips to New York. Every year in NY he would ask me what I wanted to do when we were there. Vermont, New Hampshire, Canada, Salem Massachusetts, it didn't matter. My wish was his command.
Greg was a great provider, working as long as he could before taking an early retirement due to several disabilities. He was also a disabled veteran and received a pension from the VA as well.
He had control and care of our bills and we never wanted for anything, plus he took time to plan for the pleasurable things in life.
Though he was diagnosed with cancer and had to live with it for 6 months, he was never an invalid. He would often get depressed, but I tried to keep him upbeat. He told me many times that his soul was ready but he didn't want to go, as we had both worked so hard in life and now we had all our hearts ever desired. I tried perhaps too hard to cling and hold him with me, but never thought about the cancer literally eating through his windpipe, which was the immediant cause of his death.
The doctors said the cancer was under control, and they actually released him for a trip to NY to see his beloved mother and sister the next week after he died. They were both crushed to the soul to find out we could no longer make the trip.
He died in our camper, where he wanted to die. Though the death was gruesome, copious amounts of blood, me instructed to perform CPR and when I tried to place his body on a flat surface there was even more blood. No pulse, he eyes were half open, i did try CPR to no avail.
When we first got together, we used to go "hang out at Winn Dixie".
Greg did enjoy grocery shopping as well as me. The day before his death, we actually went to the grocery store. Though he had to use his walker, he was grinning enjoying every minute of being out of the house. He would go along with his walker and then when he got tired he would sit on it and watch me. He said that very day, from now on we are going for the best of everything, that included the huge bag of cherries he bought as well as a lot of other high priced items we usually didn't buy.
To say we never had an angry word between us would be a blatant lie, but we never discussed any type of separation, never had another person come between us. Any argument always ended with one of us laughing. We never went to bed with bad vibes.
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This memorial was created by his wife, who has since died. I took over management after her death. I have left the names of living survivors in because it was Liz's immediate family and her choice to include their full names. Normally full names are not included per FindAGrave policy.
RedHeadedNavyNurse
He was born in Amsterdam, NY.
He was preceded in death by his father Clayton Olmstead and daughter Elizabeth.
He was a US Navy Veteran serving two tours of Vietnam, and past Commander of the Kings Mountain VFW.
He was a retired electrician and loved to travel.
SURVIVORS: Wife: Elizabeth Marlow Olmstead, Kings Mountain, NC Sons: Aaron Olmstead, Mount Holly and Craig Brophy, Penn. Mother: Doris Ovitt, Broadalbin, NY Step-Daughters: Cindy Horne and husband Shawn Netzley, Shelby, NC Step-Sons: Dennis Horne and wife Connie, Billy Horne Brother: Clayton Olmstead, Jamestown, NY Sister: Vickie Thompson, Johnstown, NY 12 grandchildren and 12 great-grandchildren
Still working on bios. There is a lot to remember him by. He was my love and my life.
We were married in York County, SC April 11, 1991. These 24 years of my life with Greg were the best years of my life.
The day after Greg was buried I lost Our little Gracie. She grieved herself to death. It was another bad loss for me. Two visits to the vet couldn't help her. She is buried with the one she loved the most.
During our marriage we had traveled almost 30 states and two different countries. Greg loved talking to the locals about their culture of the area.
Greg taught me how to live life to the fullest. It was nothing for us to take off without notice and go ride the train at Tweetsie, play at Mystery Hill, or just go for a ride that would last till the next day ending up at no planned destination.
We played in the snow in Colorado, rode the big coasters at Hershey, four wheeled the bad lands in Utah, rode the Lady of the Mist in Niagara, and visited every single amusement park near Lake George, NY.
These are only the highlights.
We also made two trips to New Orleans and had a ball watching people, visited my brother in Texas, visited the four corners and made annual trips to New York. Every year in NY he would ask me what I wanted to do when we were there. Vermont, New Hampshire, Canada, Salem Massachusetts, it didn't matter. My wish was his command.
Greg was a great provider, working as long as he could before taking an early retirement due to several disabilities. He was also a disabled veteran and received a pension from the VA as well.
He had control and care of our bills and we never wanted for anything, plus he took time to plan for the pleasurable things in life.
Though he was diagnosed with cancer and had to live with it for 6 months, he was never an invalid. He would often get depressed, but I tried to keep him upbeat. He told me many times that his soul was ready but he didn't want to go, as we had both worked so hard in life and now we had all our hearts ever desired. I tried perhaps too hard to cling and hold him with me, but never thought about the cancer literally eating through his windpipe, which was the immediant cause of his death.
The doctors said the cancer was under control, and they actually released him for a trip to NY to see his beloved mother and sister the next week after he died. They were both crushed to the soul to find out we could no longer make the trip.
He died in our camper, where he wanted to die. Though the death was gruesome, copious amounts of blood, me instructed to perform CPR and when I tried to place his body on a flat surface there was even more blood. No pulse, he eyes were half open, i did try CPR to no avail.
When we first got together, we used to go "hang out at Winn Dixie".
Greg did enjoy grocery shopping as well as me. The day before his death, we actually went to the grocery store. Though he had to use his walker, he was grinning enjoying every minute of being out of the house. He would go along with his walker and then when he got tired he would sit on it and watch me. He said that very day, from now on we are going for the best of everything, that included the huge bag of cherries he bought as well as a lot of other high priced items we usually didn't buy.
To say we never had an angry word between us would be a blatant lie, but we never discussed any type of separation, never had another person come between us. Any argument always ended with one of us laughing. We never went to bed with bad vibes.
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This memorial was created by his wife, who has since died. I took over management after her death. I have left the names of living survivors in because it was Liz's immediate family and her choice to include their full names. Normally full names are not included per FindAGrave policy.
RedHeadedNavyNurse
Gregory Clayton Olmstead, 61, of Kings Mountain, died at his home on July 31, 2016.
He was born in Amsterdam, NY.
He was preceded in death by his father Clayton Olmstead and daughter Elizabeth.
He was a US Navy Veteran serving two tours of Vietnam, and past Commander of the Kings Mountain VFW.
He was a retired electrician and loved to travel.
SURVIVORS: Wife: Elizabeth Marlow Olmstead, Kings Mountain, NC Sons: Aaron Olmstead, Mount Holly and Craig Brophy, Penn. Mother: Doris Ovitt, Broadalbin, NY Step-Daughters: Cindy Horne and husband Shawn Netzley, Shelby, NC Step-Sons: Dennis Horne and wife Connie, Billy Horne Brother: Clayton Olmstead, Jamestown, NY Sister: Vickie Thompson, Johnstown, NY 12 grandchildren and 12 great-grandchildren
Still working on bios. There is a lot to remember him by. He was my love and my life.
We were married in York County, SC April 11, 1991. These 24 years of my life with Greg were the best years of my life.
The day after Greg was buried I lost Our little Gracie. She grieved herself to death. It was another bad loss for me. Two visits to the vet couldn't help her. She is buried with the one she loved the most.
During our marriage we had traveled almost 30 states and two different countries. Greg loved talking to the locals about their culture of the area.
Greg taught me how to live life to the fullest. It was nothing for us to take off without notice and go ride the train at Tweetsie, play at Mystery Hill, or just go for a ride that would last till the next day ending up at no planned destination.
We played in the snow in Colorado, rode the big coasters at Hershey, four wheeled the bad lands in Utah, rode the Lady of the Mist in Niagara, and visited every single amusement park near Lake George, NY.
These are only the highlights.
We also made two trips to New Orleans and had a ball watching people, visited my brother in Texas, visited the four corners and made annual trips to New York. Every year in NY he would ask me what I wanted to do when we were there. Vermont, New Hampshire, Canada, Salem Massachusetts, it didn't matter. My wish was his command.
Greg was a great provider, working as long as he could before taking an early retirement due to several disabilities. He was also a disabled veteran and received a pension from the VA as well.
He had control and care of our bills and we never wanted for anything, plus he took time to plan for the pleasurable things in life.
Though he was diagnosed with cancer and had to live with it for 6 months, he was never an invalid. He would often get depressed, but I tried to keep him upbeat. He told me many times that his soul was ready but he didn't want to go, as we had both worked so hard in life and now we had all our hearts ever desired. I tried perhaps too hard to cling and hold him with me, but never thought about the cancer literally eating through his windpipe, which was the immediant cause of his death.
The doctors said the cancer was under control, and they actually released him for a trip to NY to see his beloved mother and sister the next week after he died. They were both crushed to the soul to find out we could no longer make the trip.
He died in our camper, where he wanted to die. Though the death was gruesome, copious amounts of blood, me instructed to perform CPR and when I tried to place his body on a flat surface there was even more blood. No pulse, he eyes were half open, i did try CPR to no avail.
When we first got together, we used to go "hang out at Winn Dixie".
Greg did enjoy grocery shopping as well as me. The day before his death, we actually went to the grocery store. Though he had to use his walker, he was grinning enjoying every minute of being out of the house. He would go along with his walker and then when he got tired he would sit on it and watch me. He said that very day, from now on we are going for the best of everything, that included the huge bag of cherries he bought as well as a lot of other high priced items we usually didn't buy.
To say we never had an angry word between us would be a blatant lie, but we never discussed any type of separation, never had another person come between us. Any argument always ended with one of us laughing. We never went to bed with bad vibes.
*****************************
This memorial was created by his wife, who has since died. I took over management after her death. I have left the names of living survivors in because it was Liz's immediate family and her choice to include their full names. Normally full names are not included per FindAGrave policy.
RedHeadedNavyNurse
He was born in Amsterdam, NY.
He was preceded in death by his father Clayton Olmstead and daughter Elizabeth.
He was a US Navy Veteran serving two tours of Vietnam, and past Commander of the Kings Mountain VFW.
He was a retired electrician and loved to travel.
SURVIVORS: Wife: Elizabeth Marlow Olmstead, Kings Mountain, NC Sons: Aaron Olmstead, Mount Holly and Craig Brophy, Penn. Mother: Doris Ovitt, Broadalbin, NY Step-Daughters: Cindy Horne and husband Shawn Netzley, Shelby, NC Step-Sons: Dennis Horne and wife Connie, Billy Horne Brother: Clayton Olmstead, Jamestown, NY Sister: Vickie Thompson, Johnstown, NY 12 grandchildren and 12 great-grandchildren
Still working on bios. There is a lot to remember him by. He was my love and my life.
We were married in York County, SC April 11, 1991. These 24 years of my life with Greg were the best years of my life.
The day after Greg was buried I lost Our little Gracie. She grieved herself to death. It was another bad loss for me. Two visits to the vet couldn't help her. She is buried with the one she loved the most.
During our marriage we had traveled almost 30 states and two different countries. Greg loved talking to the locals about their culture of the area.
Greg taught me how to live life to the fullest. It was nothing for us to take off without notice and go ride the train at Tweetsie, play at Mystery Hill, or just go for a ride that would last till the next day ending up at no planned destination.
We played in the snow in Colorado, rode the big coasters at Hershey, four wheeled the bad lands in Utah, rode the Lady of the Mist in Niagara, and visited every single amusement park near Lake George, NY.
These are only the highlights.
We also made two trips to New Orleans and had a ball watching people, visited my brother in Texas, visited the four corners and made annual trips to New York. Every year in NY he would ask me what I wanted to do when we were there. Vermont, New Hampshire, Canada, Salem Massachusetts, it didn't matter. My wish was his command.
Greg was a great provider, working as long as he could before taking an early retirement due to several disabilities. He was also a disabled veteran and received a pension from the VA as well.
He had control and care of our bills and we never wanted for anything, plus he took time to plan for the pleasurable things in life.
Though he was diagnosed with cancer and had to live with it for 6 months, he was never an invalid. He would often get depressed, but I tried to keep him upbeat. He told me many times that his soul was ready but he didn't want to go, as we had both worked so hard in life and now we had all our hearts ever desired. I tried perhaps too hard to cling and hold him with me, but never thought about the cancer literally eating through his windpipe, which was the immediant cause of his death.
The doctors said the cancer was under control, and they actually released him for a trip to NY to see his beloved mother and sister the next week after he died. They were both crushed to the soul to find out we could no longer make the trip.
He died in our camper, where he wanted to die. Though the death was gruesome, copious amounts of blood, me instructed to perform CPR and when I tried to place his body on a flat surface there was even more blood. No pulse, he eyes were half open, i did try CPR to no avail.
When we first got together, we used to go "hang out at Winn Dixie".
Greg did enjoy grocery shopping as well as me. The day before his death, we actually went to the grocery store. Though he had to use his walker, he was grinning enjoying every minute of being out of the house. He would go along with his walker and then when he got tired he would sit on it and watch me. He said that very day, from now on we are going for the best of everything, that included the huge bag of cherries he bought as well as a lot of other high priced items we usually didn't buy.
To say we never had an angry word between us would be a blatant lie, but we never discussed any type of separation, never had another person come between us. Any argument always ended with one of us laughing. We never went to bed with bad vibes.
*****************************
This memorial was created by his wife, who has since died. I took over management after her death. I have left the names of living survivors in because it was Liz's immediate family and her choice to include their full names. Normally full names are not included per FindAGrave policy.
RedHeadedNavyNurse
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