This past week, Jason's Grandma passed away. Almost 2 years ago, she was diagnosed with lung cancer. She decided to forgo treatment, and actually was doing really well until about 6 weeks ago, when she developed some neck pain. That was the beginning of a very quick end--she went from feeling a little under the weather for about a month, to very quickly losing her ability to walk, ultimately being bed bound for only a week before her death. She just turned 94 on November 5.
She told us all that she was ready to die, to reunite with her husband who had proceeded her in death by 5 years. Her death was a peaceful one--she just stopped breathing last Monday afternoon. We had all gone up to see her on Sunday, and I am glad we were able to make the trip.
This weekend, we had her burial--right next to Sid--and on Saturday night Eileen and Gary had a Shiva service at their home. Many people came--including my dad, who rearranged his Thanksgiving ticket to make the trip. It was a very nice tribute and chance for everyone to recollect and reflect on their memories of her.
When I remember Ruth, I think of someone who never wasted anything--just like my
Grandpa Harris, she always cleaned her plate. She reused everything she could--bags and containers, yesterday's coffee, and everything else you can imagine--a product of the depression for sure. She even composted before it was "trendy".
Ruth accepted me warmly into her family, and always seemed genuinely delighted to see me and "the children", as she called them. She had a dry sense of humor, and wore a visor around that said "One day at a time", which I always got a kick out of. She took a lot of pride in her appearance and was always very well put together. I will certainly miss her calm presence at all of our family gatherings, her smile, and her love.




