I have no idea who came up with the phrase "You don't realize what you had, until it's gone" but they were definitely on to something. I don't take things too seriously most of the time, but this is a week that has really made me think. My maternal grandmother has been admitted into hospice, and my paternal great grandmother just passed away.
I always called her Oma, even though she was my great grandmother. I didn't know her as well as I would have liked. She didn't speak English, and I don't really speak German. We visited a lot when I was very young and living in Germany. After I moved to America, the only time we spoke was when I was with my Grandma. Because sadly, I forgot almost all the German I knew.
I've been wanting to take a trip to Germany, but there are always other things that seem to come up. After putting it off, and putting it off, it is now too late.
So I thought it would be nice to show some of my favorite photos.
|Anna and Johann Thiel. My great great grandparents, and Oma's Parents|
|My Oma Anna and Opa Josef|
|Oma. Not sure the year this was taken.|
|My Oma's home, many many years ago.|
|A more recent photo of Oma|
My Dad says she was a very sweet, and loving woman. I wish I had a bit more foresight and tried harder to get to know her better. So don't make my mistake, go call a long lost family member, even if you need a translator in tow.