Its been 19 years almost to date that my Oma has passed away but she is never forgotten. Every smell of cooked onions or sighting of paisley silk scarves reminds me of the best grandma ever known. I will admit that my opinion may be a bit biased, but it is hard not to be:)
Arms wide open, we (my sisters and I) would dive into her arms with the sound of her sweet chuckle and look forward to her delicious plum cakes and gingerbread cookies.
Oma, we all keep a piece of you in our hearts and will one day re-unite!