My Oma
My Oma has been with the Lord for 4 months. I called her Omz. I still miss her and would love to walk into the door of her apartment and yell - Hi Omz!! I have written a few posts in my mind, but they have never made it to the page. Who was Oma? Many of you reading this know her as a spunky, energetic and determined woman. I wrote a post about Oma four years ago that tells you more about my life and memories with her when I was younger. Oma married my Opa in Holland and they came together in 1952 with Uncle Arie and my dad. Opa was such kind man. He was also very handsome. He was sauve and there are a few pictures that make me smile every time. They had 5 kids. Opa died in 1979 at 59 from cancer. Oma was 51 or 52 when he died. That is so young. That is me in a few years. I was 3 when he died. My parents had moved in towards the end of his life to help out and I remember the feeling of sitting on the bed with him. He was safe and he smelled good. I grew up missing...
