My son keeps asking me to include photos in my blog, so here is a photo of his Oma at the age of 4 or 5 years.
She is the bashful little blondie smack dab in the middle of the photo. She is the one with the huge bow in her hair and looks so sweet and innocent.
For those of us who knew and loved her, we knew those characteristics as well as many others.
She lived a long life.
She lived a hard life.
She lived a good life.
We miss you, Oma.
(This is Oma's second appearance on the World Wide Web. She never quite understood this whole computer/internet stuff. When our son checked his email on his Iphone, she thought he was checking out his appearance in a mirror.)