My grandmother passed away just 6 months after my grandfather. I try to focus on the romantic aspect of this, and the fact that both grandparents lived to an advanced age and were able to meet great-grandchildren. My grandmother was one of the funniest, most optimistic of people. She was a strong woman. Surviving through the Holocaust, she came to the United States with a toddler and learned a second language while working to help support her family. She was a loving wife, a devoted mother, and caring grandmother. Family was above all things. She had a light-hearted spirit and brought humor to all situations. I have memories of dancing in her kitchen so tiny, two people could barely fit. Singing Yiddish songs while soup bubbled and chicken roasted. We'd listen to her beloved stories while eating burned potato pancakes and the over-cooked chicken that she managed to elevate to gourmet food in spirit. It tasted delicious to me.
I am drinking my tea with a cube of sugar in my mouth, with the sweetness of memories.