My great Aunt Oma passed away last Monday and her funeral was on Friday morning. Her death wasn't sudden, we knew it was coming, but it is strange to me today that she is gone. Oma was my mom's aunt and my Mimi's sister. Mom told me this weekend that Oma was the aunt no one else could be. She never married or had children and because of that she adored all of her nieces and nephews, great nieces and great nephews, and even great-great niece and nephew in Sophie and John Curtis. She loved them in a special way. I have often heard Mom say that she knew Oma prayed for her daily and I know that was true for the entire family. Oma could pray for hours and seemed to have a special connection to God that comes from spending great amounts of time with Him. She was a missionary to the Najavo Indians in New Mexico and taught the students there. My fondest memories of Oma are listening to her tell us stories when we were little. Some were serious about her missionary work and some were silly. I could listen to her tell the same ones over and over and never get tired. During these last years it has been a joy to see Sophie get to spend time with Oma. I know Oma is happy today, but in her passing our family has experienced a huge loss - probably bigger than we realize. I have a feeling Oma influenced our lives through prayer in ways we will never know.
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Sweet words. I think you are right, we will realize the hole in our lives little by little. She had a powerful influence on my life, and I will miss her greatly. She loved us all so much.
She sounds like a wonderful woman, and I enjoyed hearing the memories you have of her. What an amazing thing to see a great example of prayer lived out in front of you.
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