I miss my Oma. I think about how many lives she touched. She
was like a good-natured, kind-hearted soul. Many times I observed her having
the bravery to face hard circumstances after injuries or operations. It impressed
me how hard she fought to recover and how positive she acted throughout her
struggles. That isn’t easy. No one is perfect. I don’t mean to imply that she
had no flaws, but she was, in my opinion, tremendously courageous. She understood
what was important; family, good food, a nice view, friends. She loved babies
and dogs and they loved her too. My german shepherd is shy and takes her time
trusting people, but she always loved my grandmother and stayed faithfully by
her side whenever she visited.
My grandmother is in a peaceful place now. I hope she will
never again have fear, pain, or war. She has borne more than her share of all
three, but she had the grace to smile and love despite the challenges. I have
learned much from her example.
