August 31st |
Hello All, I was out for a couple of days for my friend's wedding, so I didn't really get a chance to post on Aug 31st. My grandma in Austria aka Oma passed away one year ago on that day. She died immediately of a heart attack and was gone within a few minutes. I was happy that she went peacefully. Otherwise, I was devastated by losing her. I loved her so much. She was 71. I thought she would have lived until 90 no problem. She seemed healthy and happy. She was happy in her last hour, cooking lunch with her boyfriend and as he was in the basement getting food, she passed away. It was as if she was meant to go. It all happened so fast and it happened just when no one was around. By the time the helicopter came it was all over. Her time was up and we all just had to deal with it. I didn't get the news until much later that day. However around the time it happened my blue cross necklace busted strongly and the beads just flew everywhere in my room. I couldn't pick up all the beads because there were so many. I looked for the cross and when I found it, it was completely detached from the rest of the necklace. I knew something happened within me, but I didn't think much of it. I of course got the news later that day. I miss her so much. She was a wonderful person. She was full of love and life and she wanted me to be happy and in love. She taught me German so I could understand my background and understand her as well, lol. She also was selfless as she worked with the mentally handicapped and encouraged us to help them. She managed the finances of one of the handicapped men and made sure he was taken care of and that no one was taking advantage of him. The best thing I ever did was fly to Austria to be with her one last time. Getting there was so expensive and last minute, but it helped so much in the healing process. Being there with her during the funeral helped me understand that her chapter on Earth ended and helped me be okay with the fact that the only way I can feel her presence is in my heart. Austria is not the same without her. She was so proud of her country. I really miss her. I hope she somehow still knows that wherever she is now. |
Sunday, September 2, 2007
August 31st
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Aww, Sandi, your oma was as special as my grandpa. We were blessed to have them in our lives, even if it was for a little while. I love you. Hugs, Win=.)
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