It been one year today since my Oma passed.
It’s amazing how much I have felt the absence of her presence.
So many times I have tried out a new recipe this year and wanted to share it with her.
So many times I have wanted to share a celebration with her.
So many times I have just wanted to her the sheer excitement in her voice because she is talking with me.
So many times I have wanted to feel her Love.
I miss her so much. And I know parts of her essence live within.
Thinking of her so much today and how much I love her.
I first published this blog about a week after she passed and it was my most read and commented blog. I received so many emails from women about their own grandmothers and the love present between grandmother and granddaughter.
If you are going through a loss or are grieving, I am reposting this for you.
My beloved grandmother, my Oma, passed away on June 1st, 2013. I was blessed to be with her for the last day and a half of her life. To lie in bed next to her, whisper in her ears, hold her hands (oh, I love her hands!)… these last moments are so precious to me.
There is so much to say about my Oma. She taught me the joy of growing my own veggies and flowers. She gifted me with a love for Nature and her beauty. She taught me the art of flirtation – she knew how to bat her gorgeous blue eyes. As a Holocaust survivor, she taught me that life is to be lived to its fullest and that every moment is one to be delighted. She taught me to follow my dreams and work hard. She showed me an epic love affair with my Opa.
This is her legacy that she passed to me and that I will pass to my children and grandchildren. Her blood runs in my veins… we are of the same lineage.
Death. It is so surreal, right? One moment I am speaking to her on the phone while she is wishing me a happy birthday, and within a flash, I am watching her take her last breath.
As a Birth Doula and Midwife Assistant for 7 years, I supported more than 150 women as they crossed into motherhood. I always assumed that death was similar to birth but had never witnessed someone as they walked through this threshold. The first breath, the last breath, the beginning and the end…. the cycle of life.