Grandma Eva passed away yesterday morning.
It wasn't a total shock. She was approaching 100 years old. She had recently moved into a nursing home. Her health was declining. But she was still here with us.
I remember the days of eating dinner at her house. A table was set up in the basement to accommodate everyone. Freshly made pasta. The smell alone would draw you in. The taste, nothing short of amazing. I remember one time she made ravioli. The person I brought along didn't like ravioli, but ate a small plateful out of respect. When Grandma saw that the plate was empty, she promptly refilled it, rather generously, insisting that more be eaten. I smiled.
She wore a hearing aid and would turn in on and off, depending on whether or not she wanted to hear the noise around her. Sometimes she pretended to not hear you even though her hearing aid was on.
She was an amazing person. She outlived a lot of people, including her husband and one of her children. She leaves behind a small but loving family who will now have to find a new direction without her.
