I sure miss my Oma. It's super hard to mourn when you have three kids and a startup. I bet it's always hard. But I just don't feel like I have the time to process this. My parents live across from my Oma's house and I haven't been to visit their place since her funeral. I don't much want to.
Anyone, feel free to add to this.
Lyrics:
Send us outside
After the rain, after a night
We'd return with the yard in our arms
Purple lilacs dance like fireworks
Right outside the stained glass lamp
We sit in the haze of your songs
And I'd like to see you sitting there again
In your favorite chair
And I'd like to see you pull a smoke
and snap your clutch close and just
Sing, oh how you'd sing
Like no-one was listening
But I was. I still am.
going back through a bunch of hockey . . . so good.