Oma

This morning I took the girls to Chappey's for breakfast. It's been seven months since Oma went home to be with the Lord and Opa and still I felt an automatic need to call and invite her along. This was our routine. Any Saturday TJ was away on business or hunting, we would go to breakfast. One reason is because I love their french toast and hash browns and another reason is Oma loved getting out and especially being with us.

I ordered milk, like I always do, but this time while talking with Sarah Austin I absentmindedly added ice to it. I love cold milk but never add ice to it. This is what Oma always did.

It still seems so surreal that she's gone. Oh I know she wouldn't come back for no amount of money, but my heart hurts. I miss her so much. What a blessing to have had her for so long. What a blessing that she was such a part of our every day. What a blessing my cup of memories overflows. What a blessing to have known how much and how deeply we were loved by her. What a blessing to know she is in heaven and that one day we will see her again. Lord, help me remember these things and not how much I miss her. Help me keep her memory alive in my girls so they will never forget her or how much they were loved by her.