My Oma died last week. It's heartbreaking news.
I took a plane by myself to visit her one time. I remember three things:
1.) It rained the ENTIRE time
2.) I missed an earthquake in Chicago (thank you, Oma!)
3.) We went into the (soaked) garden every day and Oma cut chives and made buttered toast and put the fresh chives on it for me.
She didn't know this but I still do that to this day as a treat (though the closest I can get is fresh chives from the store!)
Oma was a bookkeper, teacher, housewife and writer - among many other things.
One thing that was cool about Oma was her philosophy of life.
A fond memory my Dad has took place when he was a little boy. She sighed and said, "I want to quit the human race."
My Dad took her words literally and said, "No, no! You can't give up now! You have to win!" He said he didn't even know she'd entered a race!!
To quote Oma herself:
"...when I was about 5 years old and heard my parents and their friends talk about cases, where kids were born and had a supposed memory of former lives, I came to a conclusion that our soul, or what ever we want to call that spark of life, goes back into a big pot after we die and the contents gets mixed by time and when any other living thing gets to be, to be born, a little of this mixture gets to be the new spark of life...I still have not found a better explanation. No one has come back yet to tell us."
How awesome is that? It's a beautiful notion and one of the best I've come across to describe how all living things are connected and even intertwined.
Oma was a great reader. She loved books and she wrote, too.
She's going to be missed by countless people. She (and Opa (Opa=grandpa in German)) created this massive, massive - seriously there are tons of Oberths in America - family.
She's lived in at least three countries and she traveled a lot. (Obviously!)
She learned English by watching soap operas.
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