My siblings all knew her. My memories of her are like snapshots. I would give so much to spend a day with her. I used to almost obsess about it.

Funny thing was when my wife and I were getting groceries one day. She was talking, and I interrupted her with, “Shhh!” She gave me a startled look, and I said, “Listen to that woman speaking. That is EXACTLY what my mom sounded like.” My mom emigrated to the US from Germany when she was 20. She never lost her accent, to the point where people would often struggle understanding her. So weird to have that memory just pop up out of nowhere. I sort of teared up, a little. And then said a prayer of thanks. I can’t wait to see her.