He was a good man, a gentle man, and he lived his life doing the right thing. He was honest, ethical, and dependable. When he gave his word you could count on it. And he modeled these qualities not by talking about them, but by living them.
Loren was very hard-working. For most of his career, he got up before dawn to drive to Boulder to his job as a quality engineer. Quality was the perfect profession for him—he was dedicated to making sure things were done right. He had the skills and care of a true craftsman. He didn’t like to throw things away just because they were broken, and he could creatively find a way to give new life to something seemingly unfixable. When he was finished, it was often better than new. And when he created something new, it was carefully planned and often over-designed so it would last. Loren seemed always to be working around the house, maybe too much, and rarely took a break. He took pride in a well-kept yard, and he liked to raise tomatoes and roses. Somehow, he seemed the most content when he was busy.
He used to say that he was happiest when he was behind the wheel of a car. He had a natural feel for an automobile, effortless and fluid. As a teenager, he and his friends would pile into his Model T, build up as much speed as possible, and race up a local hill until the car couldn’t go further. It is easy to imagine the look of delight on his face. He liked cars with big engines, and sometimes just had to “blow out the cobwebs” by romping the accelerator to the floor for that rush of acceleration. He truly loved to drive, and fortunately was able to continue until late in life.
Loren loved to go camping and fishing. He helped his family enjoy this love of the mountains together in their Bronco. They spent almost every weekend for many summers four wheeling together, escaping the heat of the city to cross rivers and meadows and climb shelf roads to explore abandoned mines and ghost towns.
He was a stubborn Swede, didn’t talk that much, but when he did he could tell interesting stories of days gone by. He was known for his slow pace while eating, loved anything with shrimp, and always had a bowl of nuts at his side. He was a man of simple tastes and needs, never flashy. His only vices were an infrequent cigar and desserts, especially pie, ice cream, or a root beer float.
He treated his family with respect and trust, he was there when you needed him, and he created a home that was stable, secure, and safe.
Loren was a good man, and we miss him.
In lieu of flowers, please make a donation to:
Masonic Retirement Community
Attention: Executive Director
2445 South Quebec St
Denver, Colorado 80231
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