Well, the phone call I’d been waiting for finally came late Monday afternoon. My Oma passed away peacefully at 4 pm.
I still haven’t heard from my mom, but I imagine I’ll get the details I’m waiting on soon enough.
I’m certain my Oma visited briefly this afternoon. I heard a grandfather clock chime and I wasn’t at home. (Grandfather clocks and my Oma were synonymous, in my mind. Also iced tea and lemon cake. Mmm.)
I’m not sad, really. Oh, I should say grieving. Of course I’m sad she’s no longer here. I’m at peace with the entire situation. I’m glad she’s no longer in pain and no longer anxious. I could see it still in her last days. Her movements and certain mannerisms seemed to indicate she was struggling with something.
I’m just so relieved she’s in a better place. That struggle is finally over. She’s now reunited with her sisters- along with Opa, uncle Rudy and the aunt/uncle I never met (that died in infancy). Her quick wit and feisty spirit will be sorely missed here, but celebrated over in heaven.
Rest easy, Oma. Our loss is heavens gain.
Till we meet again.
The future is now. I finally understand.