Where has the time gone...?

It's been over three months since Oma died, and life goes on as if nothing happened, as if nothing is missing, except every time something noteworthy happens, and the urge to share it with Oma touches that deep ache inside - and the emptiness returns, all at once.
I haven't been here enough to share news and a cup of cybercoffee with Oma - nor have others, and I'm ashamed of this.
So Oma, Maya is walking already (talking you knew, but walking is new), and Gili - you never met Gili, never smelled that wonderful baby smell of hers (although every baby has that unique scent - each baby has its own unique scent) - never held her, or looked into her blue (?) eyes... And knowing the love you had for each of your grandchildren, this is very painful to realize. A grandchild you never knew - and who will never know you.
And Maya, despite the bootcamp she put you through, immediately recognizes you when she sees a picture of you, and says: "Oma".
And Elai was just 12 and is growing huge - that phase when suddenly they're not kids anymore - they're too big, all of a sudden.
I'll stick to the happy news this visit, and promise not to stay away so long next time... Drink up, your coffee's getting cold.