Last week Sunday, my Oma died :( For you non-Dutchies, that's Dutch for Grandma.

I miss her. The hardest was Saturday night when at 11:00 p.m., my sibs and I went to the hospital. She was unconcious, and, short of a miracle, she was going to die. I guess this is really when I 'lost' her. Even if she had regained conciousness and gotten well enough to go home, she would be the Oma I had known and loved for my whole life. I would still have loved her, but it would be different.

I have no regrets, for it was few times when I went elsewhere in lieu of going to see Oma and Opa. I still wish that just one more time, I could see her and talk to her. Just one more time.

I never said a proper good-bye to her...I couldn't. When we were getting ready to leave at 3 am, I looked at her in the hospital bed, and tears started falling and my throat choked up. She looked so frail and unlike the tennis playing Oma I had known. I tend to be an emotional person, and this was the first time someone this close to me had died.

When arrived home about 3:30 am, sunday morning, I was emotionally and physically drained. I slept solidly until ~9:30 am. We skipped church just because everyone was way too tired. My older sister had called a couple people to tell them that we weren't going to be able to be there, so they were short a couple of sunday school teachers, a nursery helper, and someone to do the coffee. At ~10 am, Dad called from the hospital to say that Oma had died.

Sunday afternoon, most of the family met at Opa's. Without my cousins, aunts, and uncles around, this would have been EXTREMELY difficult. But with a large family, you can get a hug whenever you need one.

As for right now, I'm still catching up on school because due the business and my disrupted schedule, my work habits were terrible last week.