30 years ago today (26 February), my Oma passed away from intestinal cancer, 1 month shy of her 66th birthday and about 1 month after the diagnosis. I was nearly 13 when she passed away, just shy of that age where you start appreciating the stories and history your parents and grandparents share with you, if you’re interested in family history and that sort of thing.
A few months ago, one of my cousins asked me what Oma was like, and one thing that struck me recently was that out of all my cousins on my Dad’s side of the family, probably only my brother Brian and I remember or knew Oma the best. Read Remembering Oma 30 Years After Her Passing
This week, with the second anniversary of the devastating 22 February 2011 Christchurch earthquake approaching, I’ll be blogging about several issues relevant to our situation here in Christchurch and natural disasters in general.
Nearly every week, I talk to my Mom on the phone. This has become a ritual since the 22 February 2011 quakes hit. She listens patiently as I tell her how the city has changed, how I feel about it, the week’s earthquakes, and so on. I’m not sure how I would react if the shoe was on the other foot because I always seem too quick to dispense advice. She has always been a good listener.
This past weekend was the latest time I spoke to her. We talked about the content of my blog late last week about post traumatic stress disorder and how I still have some problems dealing with the fallout. I’m not sure if I mostly have moved on and feel in a better position to handle things or if I am fooling myself and in reality, I’m still bottling most of the feelings inside. Spurred on by friends and family, I did seek help and that sorted things out quite a bit. I’m not really sure if I need to continue on that course of action, though.
One of Mount Prospect’s claims to fame is having the first air-conditioned indoor malls in the USA (and was one of the largest air-conditioned spaces in the USA when it was originally built): Randhurst Mall. Now, I’m not sure if that’s something to brag about, but I am sure if you found many people my age from Mount Prospect and spoke to them about Randhurst, they’d have (hopefully) at least one good memory of the place. Read Mall Cops