On February 23, 2010, in Uncategorized, by scott

This past week, we lost my grandmother at 83 years young. Through much of the visitation and funeral, I was able to keep my composure. At the cemetary, we carried her by my dad. This was by far the hardest thing I think I have ever done. I miss them both so much. There are no words nor to expressions that I could do or say to symbolize or translate the pain in losing a grandparent or a father. I thank God for the time I’ve had with them and know some day, in the future, we will meet again. For now, I will mourn the loss, miss them both dearly, and enjoy the gift of family that God has been gracious enough to give me.

These were taken from my daughter’s third birthday. It just goes to show there is no such thing as taking too many photos or creating too many memories. I miss you, Oma. Someday, we will see each other again. For now, please say “hi” to your son, my dad. Miss you! (both of you!)

Oma With Her Smile


Four Generations (Minus Me/Daddy)

Oma and Madelyn

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