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acquiescenceMy grandparents, my dad's parents, have always been known as Oma and Opa to us. Being that Oma is from Germany and all that.
They always lived nearby growing up, so they were always there for school things, and birthdays, and Christmas, and Easter, other holidays. They were a funny couple, Opa is from Mexico, his family moved to the US when he was a kid. He joined the army and got stationed in Germany. Where he met a nice German girl and got her prego - and thus we had Oma.
They were always really funny, teasing each other and spending time with us kids.
Earlier this year we had a real scare with my Opa, he got really sick and was refusing to go to the hospital, it wasn't until mom put her foot down and said that she was making him go, that they actually got him there. The doctor's told us that if he hadn't gone he would have died.
Over the past 6 or 8 months, Oma has gotten really funny, she's started being more open and loving and silly. She would say whatever it was that she was feeling, and she would do whatever she wanted - she said that she was old and she'd earned the right to get whatever she wanted.
Tonight my Dad and his wife, and my Aunt, and Opa came over. They said they wanted to talk to all of us. So all of my siblings and my mom and then the rest of the family all gathered around the kitchen table and Opa told us that this morning our Oma had died. She hadn't been feeling very well for a few days and so she'd been sleeping in her chair in the living room. When Opa went to wake her up for church he realized she wasn't breathing.
My grandfather died a few years ago, my mom's dad, it was different than this - we didn't know him very well. This is so much different, she didn't seem like she was going to die anytime soon the last time we saw her. She was being her same funny self, and it's hard to think that she's gone. They're doing the funeral arrangements tomorrow and the funeral will be on Wednesday probably.
I'm just glad she went easily, we were lucky she just went to sleep.
They always lived nearby growing up, so they were always there for school things, and birthdays, and Christmas, and Easter, other holidays. They were a funny couple, Opa is from Mexico, his family moved to the US when he was a kid. He joined the army and got stationed in Germany. Where he met a nice German girl and got her prego - and thus we had Oma.
They were always really funny, teasing each other and spending time with us kids.
Earlier this year we had a real scare with my Opa, he got really sick and was refusing to go to the hospital, it wasn't until mom put her foot down and said that she was making him go, that they actually got him there. The doctor's told us that if he hadn't gone he would have died.
Over the past 6 or 8 months, Oma has gotten really funny, she's started being more open and loving and silly. She would say whatever it was that she was feeling, and she would do whatever she wanted - she said that she was old and she'd earned the right to get whatever she wanted.
Tonight my Dad and his wife, and my Aunt, and Opa came over. They said they wanted to talk to all of us. So all of my siblings and my mom and then the rest of the family all gathered around the kitchen table and Opa told us that this morning our Oma had died. She hadn't been feeling very well for a few days and so she'd been sleeping in her chair in the living room. When Opa went to wake her up for church he realized she wasn't breathing.
My grandfather died a few years ago, my mom's dad, it was different than this - we didn't know him very well. This is so much different, she didn't seem like she was going to die anytime soon the last time we saw her. She was being her same funny self, and it's hard to think that she's gone. They're doing the funeral arrangements tomorrow and the funeral will be on Wednesday probably.
I'm just glad she went easily, we were lucky she just went to sleep.