Today was supposed to be a day of celebration, and it was much harder than it was supposed to be.
It's Oma's 91st Birthday and the family was getting together for an early Birthday Dinner. Unfortunately, Opa had been admitted to the hospital with chest pains a few days prior. Opa's a tough guy, but he had the family worried anyway. What made everything worse was that Oma had a fall this morning and hit her head on a cabinet.
She needed a couple staples and was a little shaken, but otherwise fine.
Oma and Opa were both laughing (howling in Opa's case), and were sent home later in the afternoon, but it was tough to see them both in the Hospital.
Seeing loved ones injured or sick is always tough, but I feel old enough to be able to judge the situation, and I knew Oma and Opa were okay. There are some things the family is changing to help them with their situation, but they were going to go home today, and that's a good sign.
Unfortunately it was very tough on one of the younger cousins. She wasn't able to look at her grandparents and grasp onto the concept that although they were in the hospital, they weren't dying. They were a little battered and bruised, but they're okay.
Although it wasn't the celebration she wanted, the grand kids all visited Oma in the hospital. She got to have us all to herself for a while and it was lovely to see her smile light up when we showed up.
-Brandolyn
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