My grandma passed away earlier

It's about 10pm on a Sunday. Not a time I like getting calls, and usually not a time for my parents to call, anyway. But my mother just called to tell me that my grandma died a few hours ago. Earlier, my mother and uncle in Berlin were talking on the phone when my aunt tried to reach my uncle. A few minutes after they hung up, my uncle called back to tell ma that grandma had died at the nursing home in my aunt's arms.

Grandma's health had deteriorated rapidly throughout the year. She was bedside-bound and had suffered a number of strokes in the last few months, the last one this week. I saw her last in September, a few days before her birthday. She recognized me and was visibly glad to see me then.

I don't know how grandpa took it, but I'm worried about him now. He loved her very much. They went through a lot together.

Grandma had to grow up early after her father died. She was the eldest and had to help raise her siblings. She was a nursing student in West Pomerania during the war. In 1945, the doctors fled west, afraid of the reported savagery of the Soviet Army, and left the nurses behind to deal with the patients. She never talked about this time. Grandpa and her stayed in East Germany because she wanted to be close to her family - his had fled west. They raised their family, she became a proud grandmother and great-grandmother.

Rest in peace, Oma Dorchen. I love you.

Sweet, my copies of PopGun arrived! :D

The print quality is terrific and it's great to finally hold this BOOK in hand instead of having to stare at a screen. The different way of doing blacks did away with the ink bleeds on the letters, so now I finally know it does work as advertised. Phew!

Now I just need to find some time to crack this monster open! :D