Yesterday, 1:05pm, I got the call from the nursery home: my Oma had passed away. Quietly, alone, in her sleep. She reached the age of 100 years and 10+ months.
Oma had been in bed for the past week. She no longer wanted to live. I am so glad and so grateful that I went to visit her every day and that every time she knew it was me.
I have the memories. And loads of pictures. All is like it's meant to be.