My Oma
My Oma is 97 years old. She is an AMAZING woman - I am so proud to be her grand-daughter. Recently, she fell and isn't doing so well. I am so torn - I don't want Oma to suffer but boy, I am not ready to say good-bye to this amazing woman either. Oma has always been such a great example to me. She is an incredibly brave woman - she came to America from Germany with four children, a new husband, not knowing many people or the language. But she did it - she did it because she believed in America. She has such a quiet strength in her. I don't think I have always realized just how strong or brave she really is... I think becoming a Mother has helped me realize her many sacrifices. I have so many fantastic memories of this great woman - I hope I can hold on to them always. I want my children to know about her faith, her strength, her bravery. I am just so sad. I really didn't think I would feel this way - I know she is 97. I know she has had a fantastic life. I know that she is missing many people who have gone before. But somehow - it doesn't make the thought of good-bye any easier.
I am so grateful for my faith - I am so grateful for the hope it lends. If I thought this was truly good-bye not "until we meet again" - I don't know how I would stand it. My knowledge of my loving Heavenly Father comforts me - brings me such peace. I am so grateful for it.
I am so grateful for my Oma - the countless things she has taught me.
