OK that was bizzarrely traumatic

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I just went to mass (it's the feast of assumption of our lady up to heaven, body and soul, instead of dying) and as we were leaving m+d met this little old lady they both know but I don't recognise. She superficially reminds me of Omi (my father's mother) in that she has that jowly germanic old lady face and has a soft german accent and that solid german frame. As my mum talks to her I have to work a little to smile rather than cry. I walk out and as we get in the car I try to explain why I feel a little wobbly to m+d who think this is very sweet.

Anyway, am slightly calmer now. I know Omi is happy but, I miss her.

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