I have been dreading writing this post for awhile-- in the abstract since her stroke in 2016 and more pressingly since 9/18/2020. But, anyway, here goes:
My Bomma died last week. The same day as Ruth Bader Ginsberg, in fact, softening the blow of democracy's death for me at least. She had COVID-19, was feeling OK on our last family Zoom, and took a turn on Thursday, going pretty quickly after that. My aunt got to don PPE and be with her, after not being able to visit since March, and the staff at her lovely nursing home said goodbye.
I live-streamed the funeral in the orthodontist's parking lot, which is so classically 2020 I cannot even. Shiva was on Zoom. It's all so apocalyptically sad.
Bomma was 91 and lived a lovely life. She was a wonderful grandmother and made all 9 of us feel like the favorite grandchild.
Here's my FB post about her: