My wonderful Oma passed early this morning in Vienna. She was 90 years old and around 9 am she stopped breathing. The funeral was done soon after in order to have it done before shabbos, so many family members were not able to make it.
I have posted about her a few months ago. And just a few weeks ago, on my visit to Vienna I got to see her for the last time. I don't know if she knew I was there but I spend some time just sitting with her on a few different occasions so that her care taker could have a break. The last time I went, when I said good-bye, she opened her eyes for the first time. She looked at me although I do not know if she really saw me.
I have been thinking a lot about mourning not the grandmother of the past few years who was merely a shell of the vibrant, loving person I knew. Rather I am mourning the Oma of my childhood, the Oma who was a constant presence when I was growing up.
So, this weekend, I am planning on sharing lots of memories with my husband and children. I want them to get to know her and I want to remind myself of all the wonderful times we shared. I hope it will bring me comfort and meaning. Yehi zichra baruch.
I'm sorry for your loss. I lost my beloved grandmother about 1 1/2 yrs ago, and I think about her very often; like you said, you remember her as part of your childhood... all those memories follow you and help you create wonderful memories for your own family... Telling over stories about her keeps her memory alive in your life...
ReplyDeleteI just reread you previous post about Oma She was a wonderful grandmother Im so glad you got to go to Vienna a few weeks ago to see her and spend time with her May her memories always be a wonderful inspiration to you Keep telling her stories THis way shell always be alive to you I went to the great synagogue yesterday and sat acrooss from where my dad sat in the mens section It always gives me chizuk thinking of him
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