Friday I found out that my grandmother on my dad's side (aka my Bobe or Bubbe/Bubby) had a partial blockage of her small intestine. She was in the hospital on IV's, hoping that it would clear out. My dad flew down on Saturday.
Yesterday, they discovered it was a full blockage and did surgery - not laproscopically, because they just couldn't with scar tissue and what not.
This morning they put her on ventilators because she wasn't doing well.
And around 5:15 EST, they took her off... because there was multiple organ failure.
She was 92.
She is the last true Ginsburg who truly practiced Judaism. My dad doesn't practice and neither do I, my sister, nor my children. My aunt and uncle don't either. Nor their children or grandchildren.
She didn't let anything keep her from doing stuff. She survived cancer. She went to the southern post point in South America. She regularly went to Canada, Atlanta and on trips and more. She was active. She was a leader. She was the matriach of the Ginsburg family.
Bobe, even in her age, took care of my grandfather when he had two broken hips and forgot who he was and how to even act (Alzheimers and Parkinsons). She took care of him until she physically couldn't.
I didn't see her much growing up. It was always every few years, and even when we settled in Florida, it was perhaps once a year or so...
When I got older, I avoided talking to her. My sister and I never have been close with that side of the family... or Bobe. It's just that we've never really been around them a lot. We were always on the move.
And now on Friday, I'll be driving down to go to her funeral.