Yesterday my Opoe Sandink passed away at the age of 86. She was my last remaining grandparent.
She lived a long and full life, and was relatively healthy right up to the end. She suffered a stroke yesterday afternoon and passed away last night, peacefully, with her children by her side. Her greatest fear over the past little while was that she would die in the night, alone, and no one would know. We are thankful that God did not allow this to happen. We are thankful that she did not suffer, but was taken quickly to heaven, where she is reunited with those of her family that have gone on before.
* When I was little, we lived in the duplex beside Opoe and Opa. Often, Mom would find me eating dinner at their house.
* When we had oatmeal for breakfast, Opoe let us add as much brown sugar as we wanted to.
*Opoe made delicious homemade liverwurst from the yuckiest ingredients. She would sew it into old sheets. We ate it fried for breakfast, and cold on bread for lunch. Sounds wierd, but it was our favourite!
* Opoe and Opa had a huge garden in the backyard, full of raspberry canes and gooseberry bushes and all kinds of yummy things. She would make gooseberry jam, raspberry jam and other delicious items...
* When Opa would be angry at us (not often, but it did happen) we could count on Opoe to be there with a hug and a candy. Or a popsicle.
We will miss you, Opoe. How comforting to know that we will meet again, in a place where there will be no sorrow or suffering.