Matt Smith
I loved coming downstairs on a daily basis to walk in her room, talk with her on how her day was going, what books she read that day and of course bring her the “baby dog”, “hotshot”.
She was my Chick-fil-A and Whataburger buddy (pickles, cheese and mayo only!) and every time I tried to pay, in true Oma form, she would refuse and hand me a bill.
I am so fortunate to have known her and have another grandma in my life for the last 8 years. Love you, Oma!

