Death in the family
My Bubbie (this is the Jewish word for grandmother) passed away last night. She has had Alzheimer's for the last several years and an infection set in that they could not fix. When I was a child she was the one who put her toes in the sands of the shoreline with me and dared the waves to touch us. She was the one who bought my underoos (wonder woman to be exact) when she accidentally spilled chocolate milk on me to make me smile. I was the first grandchild - so she has one photo album just for me and one album for all the rest. I was her favorite. She was my favorite. She was the one who always had a smile and a laugh for her family. She worried too much about us but we knew she did it with love. When she was younger she danced - on stage - like the rockettes. She was married three times but I only ever knew the third husband - my Zadie. They fought all the time, but in the last few years it was obvious they loved one another. Their whole life they spent hiding money from each other. She used to give me money for birthdays and such, secretly when no one was watching and then whisper conspiratorily, "don't tell Zadie I won this in Atlantic City and he doesn't know." I miss her.