My grandma and I always shared a special bond, but I felt it deepen in a new way after I became a mom myself. I had always seen her as “just” my grandma—not really as a mother. But once I had my own kids, it felt like she looked at me differently. Maybe I reminded her of herself when she was younger. I’m not too sure, but that connection was always there.
I was her first grandchild, born just after she injured her back in a workplace accident so severe she never returned to work. But she always told me how my birth motivated her to push through physio and get as strong as she could—so she could help care for me. That story meant a lot to both of us.
Throughout her life, she cared for all her grandchildren in her own way. A few times, when I came to her with a heavy heart, looking for advice, she would share stories about her own resilience—living through the war—and tell me: “If I was able to survive that, you can surely do anything.”
Thank you, Oma, for your love, your strength, and your stories. You’ll always be with me.
Love you Grandma!!! I will always think of you. Thank you for the beautiful life you gave us. Truly, a special remarkable spirit!! I already see you in parts of my day!!! Can’t wait to see you again 🤍🕊️
Truly heartbroken as you are, a mother never leaves you. She will always walk with you. Your heart will know when she is there.
Vicki and Reinhard, very sorry for your loss. I’m not sure who wrote that obituary, but my first thought was that it was a brilliant depiction of Otti. Not that I had seen her for several years, she was always very kind and welcoming to me. And that goes way back to the days that they lived in Scarborough. I do remember those days well. You are right when you said that she had lived a good long life and a well lived one. XOXO.
Deepest sympathy to the Scheeler family and all who new her. I came to know her as Grandma and was always impressed with her wisdom and kindness.
God Bless Grandma, you will truly be missed.
Jeff