My Sweet, Sweet Oma

On Easter Sunday, a week before my husband and I were going to move closer to home. My Oma (Grandmother) passed away. It was hard to hear, because we were moving closer to spend more time with my family. I'm glad that she did not suffer and it went quickly, but that may be harder for my Opa to swallow. He is having a hard time and that's what gets me upset. They had been together, practically forever. It's hard starting a life without the person you love. He clearly has a broken heart.

I never imagined that I would be the person giving a eulogy for a family member, but one thing that I have learned through working in hospice is that we need to honor the ones that we love. I was at a funeral the week before for a patient of mine and her 10 year old granddaughter said the most touching words about her grandmother. I thought to myself, if she can do it; I can do it and I did.

Here is the eulogy that I gave at my Oma's funeral. It really speaks to the person that she was and the person that will live on in my heart.

(Photo taken at my wedding shower in 2010)


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I have been blessed in my life to have had the pleasure of knowing Liesel, or as we affectionately called her, Oma. My Oma was a beautiful, strong woman that taught me so much.

There were many days in my childhood spent at Oma and Opas. She would be cooking and cleaning and all the while making me smile. She knew the value of hard work as she came over to Canada after the second World War and taught herself how to speak and read English.

Oma was one of the most predictable people that I have ever met. I knew growing up what she would be eating every day of the week and what days she would be cleaning the floor or doing laundry. Even though she was so predictable, there were times when she blew me away. I remember walking into her house one day and she had homemade phylo dough pulled across the entire dining room table.

I will never forget the time I walked into her bathroom and there, in the bath, was a strudel in a pan floating in cold water. When I asked Oma why it was in there, she responded, ‘I’m cooling it for dinner’.

She always had the house stocked with Neapolitan ice cream for those hot summer days and she completely understood when my brother, Joel, would eat all of the strawberry and Nathan would eat all of the chocolate and they would leave the vanilla behind.

She would always save my brothers and I biscuits that she would make during the week and took such pleasure watching us eat them. She even started making extra biscuits and saving them for me, because my brothers would never save me any.

I have fond memories of watching daytime soap operas with her, especially General Hospital. We had many conversations about what Sonny and Alexis were up to. While she would watch she would always be snapping peas or darning a sock.

She had this infectious giggle that could be heard in every conversation with her.

She went through so much as a young girl, yet she waited until I was older to tell me about the struggles of her youth. Oma told me a story that once during the war, she jumped into a grave to turn a friend over so that she would not be facing down, as to have a smooth transition to the afterlife, a custom held dear to her. She would make handkerchiefs to put over her departing friends eyes so that dirt would not cover them. To this day, I cannot imagine the strength it took to risk her life to be so selfless. But that was Oma.

She was a great cook and a brilliant seamstress. She could make soup out of nothing. The dresses she made for me, when I was a little girl, were worthy of runways of Paris and are items that I will cherish forever. She saved everything, because she knew what it meant to lose everything.

She touched so many lives. She was a wonderful wife, an amazing mother to Ewald, Herda and Ricky and a fabulous grandmother and great grandmother. She loved us all and had a special relationship with each of us. She was Ricky’s teddy bear.

I feel that it is no coincidence that she passed away peacefully on Easter. It was her favorite holiday. She just loved the springtime and she took much joy making sure her grandchildren had chocolate bunnies and jelly beans. Chocolate bunnies and Jelly beans…… will always remind me of my sweet, sweet Oma.

There is a vase of pink roses as you walk out, feel free to take one with you. They were Oma’s favorite flowers.

Thank you for coming today, it means the world to all of us.

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Thanks for reading. Miss you, Oma.

Catching up...

Well, change is in the air. It's been a busy few months. I've been running half marathons and moving!

I wanted to put up a couple of posts to catch y'all up on what's been going on in my life.

This was the post that I put up on Facebook and was also published on my company website. Enjoy!

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On March 2nd, 2013, I ran 13.1 miles in honor of my dad (‘The Beard’) and cancer research. It was one of the best days of my life. I have been training for this half marathon for four and a half months. When I started, I would tell people ‘I’m not fully committed, if it happens; it happens’. I was afraid that I would not be able to do it and that I would fail.

When I told my mother-in-law that I was running it she said, ‘which charity are you running for?’. In England racing is very different and most runners are running for a cause/charity. I started to think about it and the first thought that came to my mind was my father and his battle with cancer. I struggled with the idea because my family is pretty private when it comes to matters such as these. I talked to my mom about it and she hesitated for a moment and I heard her hold back her tears and she said, ‘that’s a great idea. Your father would love that’. That’s when I fully committed and started running with my heart. When I shared that I was running in honor of my father and cancer research, I was overwhelmed by the love and support that I received. I never imaged that together we would have raised $2,500 dollars for charity. I am touched by generosity of my friends and family and for the unwavering support that I have received.


My bootcamp instructors have been there every step of the way. Michael and April sent an email before the race and the last lines of it really stuck with me:

‘Finally, as you stand at the start line, be confident. You have done the work. Trust your fitness. Tap into the reality of the moment - How hard you have worked, the miles you have put in, how far you have come and what you are about to do. Be grateful for all of it. Race with gratitude. Grateful for your fitness, grateful for the race, grateful for the support of family, friends and loved ones. Even grateful for the pain.’

And that’s just what I did. I smiled every step of the way and I raced with love in my heart, with gratitude and thanks.

Thank you to my family and friends. To my dad, for being the most amazing man that I have ever met and always knowing exactly what to say to make me smile. To my mom, for being my best friend and an amazing role model. To my brothers (and sisters from other misters), for being there for me. To my husband for being my rock and being there for me every step of the way and being more supportive than I could have ever imagined. To my in-laws, for cheering me on from overseas. To my bootcamp family, for being supportive, inspirational and just all around awesome. I am so thankful for everyone that is in my life. Thank you.

If you will it; it is no dream.