Amidst the joy, sorrow
Mar. 9th, 2005 07:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
omimouseE-mail came in yesterday. Saw it this afternoon.
My Oma died sometime between Monday night and Tuesday morning this week. Someone was holding her hand all through the night, so she did not die alone.
Her stomach was so badly preforated that every time they patched it, it just sort of fell apart around it. Her one remaining kidney failed shortly after she was admited into the hospital. She must have had stomach aches for weeks for it to have been like this, but Oma was damn near phobic of doctors and hospitals, so she never said anything.
Mom managed to catch a flight into the Netherlands to be with her and my Opa over the past week, so she had her family with her.
I knew that her health had been failing. I had just been hoping to see her again before she died.
At least she died with her mind intact. Alzheimer's has claimed most of the women on her side of the family, and she was terrified that she would have it as well.
She was so thrilled when I sent her pictures of the girls. I saw them as my daughters, so she saw them as her great-granddaughters. She loved hearing about them, and loved hearing about the rest of the family. She and Opa were the only blood-relatives of mine that accepted my choice of family instantly and unconditionally.
I'm going to miss her. Somewhere up in Heaven, she's telling God that He needs to take better care of Himself. I know that she's happy in the afterlife. I just don't like having to say goodbye.
My Oma died sometime between Monday night and Tuesday morning this week. Someone was holding her hand all through the night, so she did not die alone.
Her stomach was so badly preforated that every time they patched it, it just sort of fell apart around it. Her one remaining kidney failed shortly after she was admited into the hospital. She must have had stomach aches for weeks for it to have been like this, but Oma was damn near phobic of doctors and hospitals, so she never said anything.
Mom managed to catch a flight into the Netherlands to be with her and my Opa over the past week, so she had her family with her.
I knew that her health had been failing. I had just been hoping to see her again before she died.
At least she died with her mind intact. Alzheimer's has claimed most of the women on her side of the family, and she was terrified that she would have it as well.
She was so thrilled when I sent her pictures of the girls. I saw them as my daughters, so she saw them as her great-granddaughters. She loved hearing about them, and loved hearing about the rest of the family. She and Opa were the only blood-relatives of mine that accepted my choice of family instantly and unconditionally.
I'm going to miss her. Somewhere up in Heaven, she's telling God that He needs to take better care of Himself. I know that she's happy in the afterlife. I just don't like having to say goodbye.
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Date: 2005-03-10 05:21 am (UTC)