February 5th, 2004
There once was a man from Nantucket . . .
Ok you might have to prepare yourself for this entry. . . . I'm going to write it stream of conciously..orwhatever you call that but I know it's going to be long and contain happy and sad crap. Ok here goes:
As most of you know, Friday I was informed that my Grandma Rahe had a massive stroke and would not survive the night. She did die. That was the first major family death and funeral I've ever attended. I went to a police officer's funeral once, which I cried at because I was scared of my parents being on the force...but that was so different. The night she died I had a dream.
I dreamt that I was somewhere with TONS of people....Carowinds came to mind, though all I saw in the dream was the bathroom, but the line was HUGE and it was so crowded. I saw Grandma in there, she had on earrings, her oxygen tube wasn't on, and I gave her the biggest hug in the world. Afterwards I just kinda looked at her, with a sadness in my eyes and she just smiled back. She smiled a beautiful smile and said " it's okay, it's okay...I have to go . . . " and walked away.
That was so comforting and after crying myself to sleep I woke up with a sense of relief. I told my parents and sister about the dream and my dad almost cried, I could see it in his eyes. My sister looked at me and said "I miss her." and her eyes were so sad....I've never seen that look in her before. This was all new to me. It's hard seeing your dad cry
Grandpa looked so sad. When I told him the dream his eyes welled up, he took a sip of his beer to keep from crying and said "that is so meaningful" I'm glad I had that dream
Anyway....my grandma was awesome. She has paintings hung up in places everywhere in Circleville, Ohio. Banks, McDonald's, Chuches, etc. She won first place in every art contest ever, she quilted or crocheted a blanket for each relative, organized an entire Rahe reunion every three years, and NEVER NEVER bragged or complained about any of it. I learned at the funeral that she drew a picture of the Church (that the service was at) because they were low on funds and what not. The pictures were sold at $100 each and my Grandma's art raised $10,000 for the Church and the community. Again, she NEVER bragged about it. I broke down (finally) at the funeral.....it was so embarrassing because it was so quiet in there....but at least I got it out.
So then we all hung out at Grandpa's for a couple days because he was doing kinda bad. We had to teach him how to cook because in Estonia the men don't have to cook...his mom did then Grandma did, so we helped him out. It was sad
But we had fun, and he's doing better.
We got home last night kinda late and unloaded everything. Grandma sewed and knew how to do everything...she had so much equipment left over and it was all given to Hillary because she sews. Her car was LOADED with Grandma's things and she drove to Boone at about 9pm last night.
At 9:41 I looked at the clock and my heart hurt. Bad. I knew something was wrong....but then I went to take a bath (so NOT relaxing...) I come downstairs and I heard commotion and Mommy said " Hillary was in a wreck" I freaked out...I was having a hard time breathing.
What happened was she hit black ice, fishtailed, then when she hit dry pavement her car went airborne. It went over the guard rail, she flipped 6 times down a 40foot steep hill and landed on her side next to a creek. Her car is totalled. She is sooo lu cky to be alive. She walked away with a concussion, bad bruises and some scrapes from glass. I can only imagine though, I thought my wreck was scary but I'm sure she's gonna have a hard time getting over that. I hope she's okay mentally after that
poor HIllary . . . I was so scared I lost her and I cried all last night. Needless to say I'm so tired. She's okay though and that's all that matters.
Here's what's weird though - Nothing of Grandma's was ruined. Her sewing machine still works, all the sewing and quilting equipment is there....I do believe my Grandma was there with her last night.
Another thing is that her boyfriend, Charlie, lost his phone a week ago. That means it has been on for a week. When she hit the ground the phone popped out of the car and landed near her. It worked and htat's how she called us and the police.....I've never believed in any of this kind of stuff until recently. She's so blessed
Charlie's taking care of her now up in Boone and she'll be ok.
So I left Boone today and met my parents for dinner in Hickory, which was sad because I didn't want to leave. I want nothing more than to be home right now. But After 3 hours of driving my car overheated. It continued to after I added anti-freeze and eventually stalled on 40 at the Elon exit. It's at the shop now
Hopefully that was the last thing....they say bad things happen in threes and I pray that it's all done. I can't take any more. My emotions are so raw and I feel physically exhausted.....I think we're going to put Taz down soon. She's not doing so well
I'm sorry that was so long, but it's easier to write it all than explain it to people a lot of times. That was the worst 6 days of my life. It was also good though because my sister is alive, and the entire Rahe family was brought together for 3 days.
So now I have tons and tons of catching up to do....and I hope to start smiling again soon . . .
much love,
Katrin
As most of you know, Friday I was informed that my Grandma Rahe had a massive stroke and would not survive the night. She did die. That was the first major family death and funeral I've ever attended. I went to a police officer's funeral once, which I cried at because I was scared of my parents being on the force...but that was so different. The night she died I had a dream.
I dreamt that I was somewhere with TONS of people....Carowinds came to mind, though all I saw in the dream was the bathroom, but the line was HUGE and it was so crowded. I saw Grandma in there, she had on earrings, her oxygen tube wasn't on, and I gave her the biggest hug in the world. Afterwards I just kinda looked at her, with a sadness in my eyes and she just smiled back. She smiled a beautiful smile and said " it's okay, it's okay...I have to go . . . " and walked away.
That was so comforting and after crying myself to sleep I woke up with a sense of relief. I told my parents and sister about the dream and my dad almost cried, I could see it in his eyes. My sister looked at me and said "I miss her." and her eyes were so sad....I've never seen that look in her before. This was all new to me. It's hard seeing your dad cry

Grandpa looked so sad. When I told him the dream his eyes welled up, he took a sip of his beer to keep from crying and said "that is so meaningful" I'm glad I had that dream
Anyway....my grandma was awesome. She has paintings hung up in places everywhere in Circleville, Ohio. Banks, McDonald's, Chuches, etc. She won first place in every art contest ever, she quilted or crocheted a blanket for each relative, organized an entire Rahe reunion every three years, and NEVER NEVER bragged or complained about any of it. I learned at the funeral that she drew a picture of the Church (that the service was at) because they were low on funds and what not. The pictures were sold at $100 each and my Grandma's art raised $10,000 for the Church and the community. Again, she NEVER bragged about it. I broke down (finally) at the funeral.....it was so embarrassing because it was so quiet in there....but at least I got it out.
So then we all hung out at Grandpa's for a couple days because he was doing kinda bad. We had to teach him how to cook because in Estonia the men don't have to cook...his mom did then Grandma did, so we helped him out. It was sad
But we had fun, and he's doing better.We got home last night kinda late and unloaded everything. Grandma sewed and knew how to do everything...she had so much equipment left over and it was all given to Hillary because she sews. Her car was LOADED with Grandma's things and she drove to Boone at about 9pm last night.
At 9:41 I looked at the clock and my heart hurt. Bad. I knew something was wrong....but then I went to take a bath (so NOT relaxing...) I come downstairs and I heard commotion and Mommy said " Hillary was in a wreck" I freaked out...I was having a hard time breathing.
What happened was she hit black ice, fishtailed, then when she hit dry pavement her car went airborne. It went over the guard rail, she flipped 6 times down a 40foot steep hill and landed on her side next to a creek. Her car is totalled. She is sooo lu cky to be alive. She walked away with a concussion, bad bruises and some scrapes from glass. I can only imagine though, I thought my wreck was scary but I'm sure she's gonna have a hard time getting over that. I hope she's okay mentally after that
poor HIllary . . . I was so scared I lost her and I cried all last night. Needless to say I'm so tired. She's okay though and that's all that matters. Here's what's weird though - Nothing of Grandma's was ruined. Her sewing machine still works, all the sewing and quilting equipment is there....I do believe my Grandma was there with her last night.
Another thing is that her boyfriend, Charlie, lost his phone a week ago. That means it has been on for a week. When she hit the ground the phone popped out of the car and landed near her. It worked and htat's how she called us and the police.....I've never believed in any of this kind of stuff until recently. She's so blessed
Charlie's taking care of her now up in Boone and she'll be ok. So I left Boone today and met my parents for dinner in Hickory, which was sad because I didn't want to leave. I want nothing more than to be home right now. But After 3 hours of driving my car overheated. It continued to after I added anti-freeze and eventually stalled on 40 at the Elon exit. It's at the shop now
Hopefully that was the last thing....they say bad things happen in threes and I pray that it's all done. I can't take any more. My emotions are so raw and I feel physically exhausted.....I think we're going to put Taz down soon. She's not doing so well

I'm sorry that was so long, but it's easier to write it all than explain it to people a lot of times. That was the worst 6 days of my life. It was also good though because my sister is alive, and the entire Rahe family was brought together for 3 days.
So now I have tons and tons of catching up to do....and I hope to start smiling again soon . . .
much love,
Katrin
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