I haven’t blogged in a few weeks. Silence is good sometimes. Oma passed away earlier this month and I wanted to leave some silent space for her. I was relieved that she went, did what I could to help her go gently.
But I know how she loved life. She hung on with such strength. I heard that, just a few weeks before, she said she still wanted to live many years.
And she leaves such a gap. I didn’t think it could be so. My daily life was not filled with Oma, so many miles away from her. And yet, I catch myself making a mental note to share something with her. And then, when I notice, there’s the big blank.
I have felt her energy, after she went. It is hers, but it is also different. So light, airy, and disperse, over the mountain where her garden sits, over her gravesite, the horizon, and me.