Are You in There?
Seeing Oma in the morgue with her eyes closed, I was reminded of a story Oma told about my early childhood:
One morning, while Oma was still sleeping, I came up to her, lifted one of her eyelids and asked her: "Are you in there?"
Looking at Oma's body, I knew, with a sad finality, that, no, Oma wasn't in there any more.
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