January 29, 2012 was the day you died Oma. I can’t stop thinking about you today. Even though it’s been 13 years. I still miss you. I still love you. Grief sucks. I don’t like it at all. As the tears fall down my face I remember you. But to me it feels like yesterday.
Oma, Anna M ‘Marianne’ Rasmussen. My mother-in-law. She gave birth to my husband, Bob. She raised him, and taught him, and loved him way before I did.
The funny thing is, I met her years before I met Bob, my husband. She worked for Swiss Colony in Monroe, WI, for 27 years. I worked for Swiss Colony during the Christmas rush for 3 years. We met in passing at the Swiss Colony Outlet Store. I had my first 2 daughters with me as we shopped. I remember her smile, and her welcoming us in. Who knew years later I would marry her son, Bob?
Oma’s husband, LeRoy Rasmussen died the same week as Oma, only years later. Aka Opa, he passed on February 4, 2020. They were married over 66 years. Now that’s love.
Opa was an amazing man. He served in the US Army for 20 years. In fact he met Oma in Germany during the war and brought her home to the USA in 1972. Talk about a love story, wow!
In honor of Opa’s military service I visited their graves this past week. I put flowers and a flag near their tombstones. It was a small gesture, but I wanted them to know that I remember them. Of course I cried the whole time …
Happy Memorial Day
“So the Lord God caused a deep sleep to fall upon Adam; and while he slept, He took one of his ribs and closed up the flesh at that place. And the rib which the Lord God had taken from the man He made (fashioned, formed) into a woman, and He brought her and presented her to the man. Then Adam said,
“This is now bone of my bones,
And flesh of my flesh;
She shall be called Woman,
Because she was taken out of Man.”
For this reason a man shall leave his father and his mother, and shall be joined to his wife; and they shall become one flesh.” – Genesis 2:21-24 AMP