Omi

Omi went home to be with The Lord.
I was privileged to help walk her home.

The important walk had already happened.
She was already celebrating with The Lord.
There was one last walk to make here.
The earthly remains of Omi needed to be
taken to her home.
To her Kansas home,
to lay beside her husband.

The service Mike's dad had planned didn't fit into
any "funeral service" I knew of.
There was no pastor.
There was no organ.
There was no carpet of flowers.

There were twelve of us.
We all knew her and loved her.
Mike's father spoke and read from the Bible.
He marked his mother's passing.
We all smiled at random remembrances of
Mutti.
Thea.
Tante Thea.
Omi.
I can't think of any better way to have honored
Omi's life.

We all saw her home.