*Oma, So Lieb is a German song, called "Grandma, So Dear*
Dear Oma,
There are many times as I grew older I find myself missing you, and wanting those days were once again.
And as I go through my life, I prefer not to remember the ugly truth, but the beautiful memories we once had together.
The days I'd come over, and smelled that wonderful smell, of something cooking.
The days we'd roll coins, and watch game shows in the afternoon.
Or since my grandfather came from Scotland we'd go and eat at his parents fish and chip restaurant they had previously owned.
In my youth, I only remember seeing my great grandma one time, she flew all the way from California, how I loved her, and her little walks we took.
Even after my grandfather died, you still made sure I had quality time of play, and interacting.
I knew even then that you were suffering regarding my grandfather's death.
Over the years I saw you change into someone I never knew, even though I had an idea of your suffering, when I was only 9-10.
You used to take me to the toy store, surprise me with Legos, and or matchbox cars, which I still have in my possession, some 40 years later.
Our world as we knew it, came to a sudden stop, when i was 13, after that nothing would be the same, again.
That was the time you disowned me for something I couldn't help, nor ever wanted to happen, but because I shamed you, and the family I was dead to you.
I'm so grateful of those good times, I was always convinced that you still loved me, even though you abandoned me at my most urgent time of my life.
I would have gone to the moon for you, and somehow your love wasn't unconditional, as mine was for you.
You see in my mind you could no wrong, you were perfect in every way to me, every possible way.
How I remember our afternoon naps, you singing Silent Night, reading Sleepy Hollow, watching Family Fued on Saturday nights, the Friday nights where you'd fix hamburgers, instead the same old steak, and baked potatoes.
Our families coming over to play Pinochle on Saturday nights, later I was playing Uno up to 1000.
The times you'd order a pizza, the times where we ate Pralines and Cream ice cream, the 7 up pop with a little cherry juice from the cherries we'd buy in the store.
The time you test drove a 1978 Corvette, how I remember those days.
And in one day, it was all gone.
Even after I was 13 things felt different, and were different.
How I wish those days could come back, I had so much I wanted to say, or do with you, to be honest you and my grandfather were like an oasis from the heat of an oppressive sun, someone I could go to, and feel safe.
How I remember coming over, and smelling the split pea with ham soup, I'll fondly carry that memory to my grave.
Even though times are so very different, and we live in perhaps a more faster time than before, the feelings I felt have never changed,
Perhaps I realize the way you were now, isn't really you, that you don't want to be like this, in fact you most likely hated it so much, but had no real idea of what was wrong, and how to recover from it.
Up until i was 13, I didn't have a care in the world,. no real stress, after I turned 13, everything went out of control in my life.
I loved riding in your new car, going out to eat, or just hanging out like we did.
Time just seemed too short for all what we wanted, or could do together, like watching afternoon movies, or just talking like we did.
Again we both seemed too busy for each other. You had things you wanted and had to do, as for me, I had to graduate, and make a life for myself, neither of us thinking about the immediate future.
Words can't begin to tell you how much I regret not taking the time to spend with you, and doing other perhaps selfish things,
How I miss my dear grandma, and I'm sure like others they have sweet memories, and miss those dear Oma's as well.
So to all the Oma's, out there, we give you all our love.
Love,
Your Grandson.
Dear Oma,
There are many times as I grew older I find myself missing you, and wanting those days were once again.
And as I go through my life, I prefer not to remember the ugly truth, but the beautiful memories we once had together.
The days I'd come over, and smelled that wonderful smell, of something cooking.
The days we'd roll coins, and watch game shows in the afternoon.
Or since my grandfather came from Scotland we'd go and eat at his parents fish and chip restaurant they had previously owned.
In my youth, I only remember seeing my great grandma one time, she flew all the way from California, how I loved her, and her little walks we took.
Even after my grandfather died, you still made sure I had quality time of play, and interacting.
I knew even then that you were suffering regarding my grandfather's death.
Over the years I saw you change into someone I never knew, even though I had an idea of your suffering, when I was only 9-10.
You used to take me to the toy store, surprise me with Legos, and or matchbox cars, which I still have in my possession, some 40 years later.
Our world as we knew it, came to a sudden stop, when i was 13, after that nothing would be the same, again.
That was the time you disowned me for something I couldn't help, nor ever wanted to happen, but because I shamed you, and the family I was dead to you.
I'm so grateful of those good times, I was always convinced that you still loved me, even though you abandoned me at my most urgent time of my life.
I would have gone to the moon for you, and somehow your love wasn't unconditional, as mine was for you.
You see in my mind you could no wrong, you were perfect in every way to me, every possible way.
How I remember our afternoon naps, you singing Silent Night, reading Sleepy Hollow, watching Family Fued on Saturday nights, the Friday nights where you'd fix hamburgers, instead the same old steak, and baked potatoes.
Our families coming over to play Pinochle on Saturday nights, later I was playing Uno up to 1000.
The times you'd order a pizza, the times where we ate Pralines and Cream ice cream, the 7 up pop with a little cherry juice from the cherries we'd buy in the store.
The time you test drove a 1978 Corvette, how I remember those days.
And in one day, it was all gone.
Even after I was 13 things felt different, and were different.
How I wish those days could come back, I had so much I wanted to say, or do with you, to be honest you and my grandfather were like an oasis from the heat of an oppressive sun, someone I could go to, and feel safe.
How I remember coming over, and smelling the split pea with ham soup, I'll fondly carry that memory to my grave.
Even though times are so very different, and we live in perhaps a more faster time than before, the feelings I felt have never changed,
Perhaps I realize the way you were now, isn't really you, that you don't want to be like this, in fact you most likely hated it so much, but had no real idea of what was wrong, and how to recover from it.
Up until i was 13, I didn't have a care in the world,. no real stress, after I turned 13, everything went out of control in my life.
I loved riding in your new car, going out to eat, or just hanging out like we did.
Time just seemed too short for all what we wanted, or could do together, like watching afternoon movies, or just talking like we did.
Again we both seemed too busy for each other. You had things you wanted and had to do, as for me, I had to graduate, and make a life for myself, neither of us thinking about the immediate future.
Words can't begin to tell you how much I regret not taking the time to spend with you, and doing other perhaps selfish things,
How I miss my dear grandma, and I'm sure like others they have sweet memories, and miss those dear Oma's as well.
So to all the Oma's, out there, we give you all our love.
Love,
Your Grandson.