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Oma Eulogy
Oma Eulogy : Spoken on February 16, 2005

Emotions are quite high. It is time to get through this moment in time.
I don't like the word eulogy. Not sure why. Perhaps it's because we all
know it's the end of something so wonderful. So, I won't be calling this
a Eulogy. I will be calling what I have written, simply, "Love."

Oma. She was my Oma for 29 years. She was a mother. She was a sister.
She was a daughter. She was an Omama to my niece Sophie and nephew
Jordan. She was so much more. But you all know that.  Or perhaps others
today will tell you how much she meant to the world. I will try to give
you my personal feelings about my Oma.

I stole something from Oma long ago. Or perhaps she gave it to me. She
gave me the power to love all that cross your path. Oma loved everyone.
She became friends with the nurse or the doctor, the elevator operator
or the waiter, the bus driver or the post office worker, the opera
singer or the children playing outside. Oma would strike up a
conversation with strangers. She just loved people immensely. But I
must admit, not only did I steal this power of love from Oma; also,
I think I also captured her blue eyes in my own.

Two weeks ago I had a tooth removed. Oma, at her graceful age of 90,
who would not come to the phone as much as she did in her earlier
years, would phone me up every evening to see how I was recuperating
from my tooth removal. That was Oma. Always caring about everyone
all the time.

I am warm. The reason I am warm is because Oma always made me dress
warm. She was always concerned that I bundle up and wear the proper
amount of warm clothing. I always do. She was also very concerned if
my jeans had holes in them. Now and then Oma would make Opa slip me
some dollars for a new pair of jeans.

I am hungry. I am hungry for Oma's Chocolate Chip Cookies that she
placed in the Charles Chips Tin Can. Sometimes with Raisins,
sometimes without. Sometimes sugar cookies with sprinkles, sometimes
with cherries. I am hungry for Oma's tuna fish and I am hungry for
Oma's Cucumber Salad. I am hungry for Oma's Matzoh Ball Soup and I
am hungry for Oma's Chicken & Pineapple. Oma would feed me all the
time. She made quite the exquisite display during Seders. She did
not just cook food though; she always made the best chocolaty
chocolate chocolate milk to go with the chocolate chip cookies in
the Charles Chips Tin Can.

Oma had a secret smile. Sure, she smiled more frequently in her
early years, but now and then, even earlier this month, she would
always let out a secret smile. A divine smile. One that I cherish
in my heart daily. A smile that would shower my mind with thoughts
of her. I remember her singing me to sleep. I believe it was in
Yiddish. Don't ask me to sing it - I have a terrible voice. She
would scratch my back and hold my hands. She taught me Hebrew for
my Bar Mitzvah and she always wanted to make sure I had M&Ms while
visiting her.

Some more thoughts about my Oma. She was always reading. She read
everything. She watched television programs and was caught up on
the latest topics of Science & Medicine, politics, Judaism, and
life in general. She was a smart woman. A giving grandmother.

Oma spoke multiple languages and was an EEG technician for years.
She treated me to sandwiches at the 2nd Avenue deli. As a child I
watched Love Boat with her and my Opa and sister Cara on Saturday
nights. Along with Opa they brought me to The Concord and The
Train & Plane parks, Rockefeller Center and the Empire State
Building, The Intrepid and to places all over the city. While
visiting my Oma & Opa in Manhattan, my sister would sleep with
Oma in the bed, I would sleep on the cot and Opa would sleep in
the other room. So many beautiful memories will be with me forever.

I was very sick as a teenager. Every day my Oma and Opa were there
for me. Every day. For many weeks. I will never forget the love they
have given me for all of my life.

Oma battled so many things. The loss of loved ones. Cancer.
Shingles. Blindness in one eye. But all along she remained strong
and determined, and fought those battles head on. And when she did
conquer them, she continued to help the world and heal the world
with her love.

My Oma passed away peacefully in her sleep next to the love of her
life, my Opa. She was not in a nursing home. She was at home.
Towards the end of her life she did not eat much, but she consumed
everything that life has to offer. And that consumption is one of
the greatest in the world.

One extremely short thought will always stand out in my mind.
I just have to share it. Oma told me how she used to churn butter
back home in Lithuania. I've never seen photos of this. But I
can picture her doing this in her young years. It's a very short
little memory, but for some reason, I see so much peace in
that imagery.

I agree with Cara, 
One of Oma's best qualities was putting up with Opa's shenanigans.

I now end my scattered thoughts with a poem in progress titled.
"Loving Oma"

"Loving Oma"

For 29 years you were my Oma.
A beautiful giving grandmother.
I can still feel your hands hold mine.
Your soft warm hands.
I can still witness your sky blue eyes looking at mine.
Speaking to me with the love that only a grandson can share with his Oma.

For 29 years you were a guide to love.
A delicate angel in my heart.
I can still hear your voice asking "Any girls David? How are the girls?"

Your neatly combed hair and your beaded necklaces.
Your secret smile and your reading glasses.
Your chocolate chip cookies and your distinct laughter.
Your unconditional love and Hebrew lessons.

You saved lives.
An EEG technician, you've even read my brain waves.
What do my waves say now? But a massive, "I Love You."

I bring this to an end now.
For I am most likely in tears as I read this.
But I will continue later on another day.

I thought perhaps you were going to live forever.
I was right. Every day you are beating with my heart.

With Love Always and Forever,

 2005 David Greg Harth