Dear Oma,
I don’t think I’ll be able to implicate how I feel in a precise text format. For I don’t find that words could ever depict the genuine or deep emotion as much as a touch or a gaze can give.
Something you’ve come to see too easily over the past year, especially in an individual as vital and significant to the family, who is of equal to both your accomplishments as a mother and grandmother. You know, as the years go by we all begin to realise the burden and cruelty time can put us through.
Yet, in the midst of the madness and chaos we find lightness and comfort in the events like today where we are unaffected by the hardships of what time and life give us without consent. In times like this we are bonded more than just a family. We are bonded by the unconditional love we possess for one another; always acting as a blanket for those who seem to forget that we are not alone, both physically and mentally. In these unparalleled times we enshroud ourselves in the warmth of our laughter and drink to a better tomorrow.
Let us toast to eighty years old and still kicking loud, strong and hard (Too hard for the car in fact.) Cheer loud enough for the family to hear who cannot be here today. Drink enough to see the stars in the day tomorrow and to a many more beautiful years to come.
Happy Birthday Oma.
Something you’ve come to see too easily over the past year, especially in an individual as vital and significant to the family, who is of equal to both your accomplishments as a mother and grandmother. You know, as the years go by we all begin to realise the burden and cruelty time can put us through.
Yet, in the midst of the madness and chaos we find lightness and comfort in the events like today where we are unaffected by the hardships of what time and life give us without consent. In times like this we are bonded more than just a family. We are bonded by the unconditional love we possess for one another; always acting as a blanket for those who seem to forget that we are not alone, both physically and mentally. In these unparalleled times we enshroud ourselves in the warmth of our laughter and drink to a better tomorrow.
Let us toast to eighty years old and still kicking loud, strong and hard (Too hard for the car in fact.) Cheer loud enough for the family to hear who cannot be here today. Drink enough to see the stars in the day tomorrow and to a many more beautiful years to come.
Happy Birthday Oma.
Continue to stay strong and forget all your woes for the night. There is no dim future with all of us here together.
With all my love,
Sean
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