Michael Olah

Michael J. Olah, age 76 Born March 6, 1944 in San Francisco, CA Died March 12,2020 in Surprise, AZ Michael truly lived, he made a point of it. He was reminded throughout his life how precious time is and he never forgot it; it helped drive him to get the most out of the time he had. He made an impact and he meant so much to his people he will be sorely missed Michael came from rocky beginnings and struggled for much of his early life. His family life was turbulent, but those challenges taught him a fierce loyalty he carried with him his whole life. His struggles helped shape him into a hardworking and compassionate man, and into the man we knew and loved. The loss of people in his life while he was young taught him to tell people he loved them, and often: it was arguably his best quality He liked to laugh and smile, to make jokes and tease people, especially those he loved. He was more forgiving than most people will ever he capable of. Even with his hot temper, it was usually just a quick flash. He was good natured and funny. He was sociable and often outspoken when it came to topics he felt passion for. Michael joined the United States Marine Corps when he was just 17, by lying about his age and soon thereafter found himself on a boat headed for Cuba. Fortunately, things worked out for him and he never had to invade. He was a Marine who didn't curse and preferred that we refrain from it in his presence. He had traditional values that were peppered with some crazy 60's San Francisco hippie ideas. He was not defined by one word, or even a dozen. It's one of the things that made him so special. Grandfather; father; son; husband; uncle; brother; friend; mentor; marine; entrepreneur; boss; business owner; 4Wheeler; world Traveler; smart ass. There aren't enough words to encompass him. He was a hard worker and owned several of his own businesses throughout his life. He likely realized he was a better boss to others than he was an employee for others. He was respected in his business until he retired as the "King of Drywall" amongst his peers. He was good at his job and proud of what he created through hard work, knowledge and skill. He took the time to travel; at first more local 4wheeling adventures with the love of his life, his wife, Mary. And after his retirement, they traveled via motorhome across the United States, accompanied by their feline companions and often with varying in-laws or friends. They saw every state in the contiguous United States, hitting parts of Baja and seeing spots in Canada. When they completed those adventures, they traveled via airplanes, cruise ships, trains, and automobiles to spots around the world. He did his best to live in the moment and he shared that joy with his wife. He tried to take advantage of every moment he had with his family, because they meant the world to him. He is survived by his loving wife, Mary, his son Paul; his son Greg, his wife Ellen and their three children Austin, Alex, and Ashlyn: his son Scot, his wife Aleigh, and their three children Abby, Von and Larz, his daughter Marcy, her husband Dan and their daughter Cristina, and his son Travis, his wife Christy, and their three daughters Bella, Ariana, and Camrynn. There are also many loving in-laws, nieces, nephews, and a host of longtime friends that will miss him.