The first sleepover of my life, I spent it with Oma. She introduced me to the alphabet and encouraged me to walk with my feet pointing outward not in. No little monkey but a little girl!
I'd explore her attic (dust motes sparkling in a shaft of light filtering through the small little attic window, red velvet and old toys)
We watched Fantasy Island under the covers.
Oma called me Tefanie, the name I told her was my own, long before I learnt to pronounce my Initial.
Anna was a generous and proud woman. Red curls, smart outfits and heels always. Straight as an arrow; No longer in posture by the end, but inside herself, where it counts, always.
Her heterochromatic eyes sparkled with her wicked sense of humour. Oma called a pleasant laugh her own, the sound of which would readily make your own mouth split into a smile.
Anna spent 92 years on this Earth. She lives on in the memories of all those whose lives she touched.
*bottom two photographs by my Dad :)