January 8, 2014
In my dreams this morning I heard a shout of joy.
“Oma!” the boys yelled because there she was, though they’d thought her dead all this time.
A shout I’ll never again hear for real.
But it reminds me that I’m also creating anerika for Lysle and Micah. I want to gather other people’s memories of their beloved Oma Erika. So they’ll have a few more than their own of seven and five years respectively.