Re: I buried my Grandmother today.
Sorry about the link, heres the blog.
I buried my stepgrandmother today.
Mary Turenne was a incredible woman, she fled Germany during the war after being a German nurse with her two children to live in the states with her newly wed American husband whom she loved dearly. Not but three years after she arrived in the states her husband died in a plane accident leaving her alone with her two children in a foriegn country as a single mother to fend for family. She got a job in a drugstore in independence oregon and raised her children constantly telling them to keep their heads up and be proud.
Time passed and she continually got better jobs here and there eventually she ended up as the supervisor in the radiology department at salem general hospital, by now both margie and Ludwig (her children) have grown and started their own families. Ludwig ended up seperating from his first wife to marry my mother whom he knew through his office. My mother had somewhat recently gone through her own divorce, and was in need of a shoulder to cry on. Fast forward a yaer through the dating and engagement they marry. Not but perhaps 6-10 months later Mary has a major stroke and is restricted to using a cane or wheelcair.
Eventaully it came to the point where she was bed ridden and she came to live at Margie's house.
Flash forward another year or so Mary's health starts to decline and she slowly stops eating. About a week from that time later at night Mary's breathing starts to become irregular and drawn out and her body tempereature drops drastically. By the next night she passed peacefully, in her own bed surronded by pictures of her children, grandchildren, and greatgrandchildren, and her caring daughter.
Funeral arrangments are made, and she is buried after a beautiful mass service and graveside service.
Though I can tell everyone about the major experiences she had in life, I still didnt really know her. God did I ever want to really get to know her, but that stroke wouldnt allow it.
In German the word for Grandmother is Omi.
I loved and still love my "Omi".