Missing Grandma

It's been a week now since my Grandma Pudvin passed away and it still feels kind of unreal. We all thought she'd live to be 100. At least. It seems like just a few months ago my grandma was still walking a mile every morning, reading every book she could get her hands on, and keeping sharp by playing card games on her iPad. But then she started having to go in and out of the hospital, and let me tell you, my grandma was not one for hospitals. Or for having people make a fuss over her. This blog post is probably more time in the spotlight than Ruth would have been comfortable with, but I'll put her in it for a few minutes anyway.

My grandma was kind and funny. She worried too much, but she also had a lot of spunk. She was an athlete when she was younger and even in her 70s was still able to get me hustling all over the tennis court for drop shots and lobs. She loved to travel, loved the arts, and loved to get carried away by her imagination. She was the type of person who would walk into a room or a restaurant and say, "Well, isn't this delightful?" My grandma was delightful. She will be missed very much.

With Ruth at the Ca' d'Zan Mansion / Ringling Museum of Art in Sarasota (2006)