My grandmother (Oma in Dutch) passed away yesterday at my parents home, where she had been living the past 6 years. She was 91 years old and lived a long, eventful life.
While it was definitely sad yesterday, there were also times of bittersweet hapiness as we looked over Oma's photo albums, choosing pictures for her memorial. My dad and his sister reminisced over the pictures, trying to remember names and places in the photos. Here are just a few of the photos I scanned yesterday:
Oma on the right, at 16, in Indonesia
Oma in her 20s, sometime in the 1930s, in a sarong in Indonesia.
Oma and Opa with me and my brother Tason in 1976
More to come.
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