Dana Alan Edwards

Last night, my mother's beloved husband, Dana "Al" Allen Edwards, passed away after a courageous fight. He had been battling serious health issues for quite some time, becoming a familiar face at Baylor, Scott & White here in Waco. Last week, we found ourselves at Baylor Scott & White in Temple after he suffered an aortic tear and doctors discovered severe cardiovascular blockages throughout his body. Over the course of the week, he endured nearly ten surgeries. Through it all, my mother never left his bedside. In the end, with great love and heartbreaking strength, she let him go.

Al passed away on July 3 at approximately 10:00 p.m. He was born on October 1, 1947. He is survived by his wife, June Olsen; his children, Paul, Lisa, Shannon, and Amber; and his sister.I didn't know Al’s life history well. He only became part of mine in 2021. But in those few years, he left a lasting impression on me, and an even greater one on my mother.

Mom met Al in 2015 after she moved to Las Vegas. He and his late wife, Bev, were her neighbors, and what began as a friendship grew into something truly special. Al looked after my mom, making sure she was safe, while Mom would spend time with Bev whenever Al needed to be away. Bev was living with late-stage Alzheimer's, and together they faced those difficult years with compassion and friendship. After Bev passed away in 2019, that friendship continued to grow. Over the following year, it blossomed into love. They moved to Waco in 2021 and were married in the eyes of God 2022.

Although both Al and my mom faced their share of health challenges, they embraced every single day together. They laughed, made memories, and lived life as fully as they possibly could. They understood that time is precious, and they made the most of every moment they were given.

My mother was blessed to love two remarkable men in her lifetime: my father, her husband of 30 years, and Al, who brought her love, companionship, laughter, and joy during the last five years. For that, I will always be grateful.

Today, I find comfort in believing that Al has gone home to his Creator, free from the pain and limitations of his earthly body. I like to imagine my dad being there to welcome him with open arms and a smile, thanking him for loving and caring for June.

Rest in peace, Al. You were deeply loved, and you will be greatly missed.