My "Oma" died in 1994 while I was pregnant with my son Julien. I remember seeing her the last time in the hospital and telling her she can't go now, she still has to see my son, but it shouldn't be.  I am sad that she never got to hold him and he never met her, but I am sure she is watching over him, just like she is watching over all of her family.

I miss her a lot but she's at a better place now.  She left but a part of her will always be in our hearts.  People like her make the world a nicer place to live.

Oma - thank you for having been the best grandma one can have.  I love you and miss you.  Please tell Mutti that I love her too.