Tuesday, September 2, 2008
You take the good, you take the bad...
Well, yesterday was sobering. My Oma died. I mean, it wasn't a complete shock that it actually happened, she was 92, and her health wasn't the best. But it really blindsided everyone. One minute she's enjoying a BBQ with neighbours, the next minute she's on a hospital bed breathing her last breath.
I've never seen someone die. In person. Right in front of my eyes. I did yesterday. It wasn't frightening or gruesome or anything, like I expected it to be. She died peacefully. It's just so sad. I cried a lot, and I suspect I'll cry a lot more.
I loved my Oma to bits.
She was a little kooky, she LOVED to laugh, she was a practical jokester. She loved her grankids - Me, Big J, Little P, and she spoiled us rotten. If we ever wanted anything and our parents wouldn't get it for us, Oma surely would. She let me eat a whole tub of gummy worms once, just 'cuz I wanted to! I regretted it later, but I think that might have been her way of teaching me a lesson in moderation - LOL!
And she loved her great-grandkids. She always asked about J. I'm trying not to let regrets haunt me, but I really wish I had brought him over more. Her face lit up when she'd see him.
It's so weird talking about her in the past tense. It doesn't seem real.
Posted by Kism3t at 11:28 AM