Mutti

My Grandmother died yesterday afternoon.

She felt unwell Tuesday night and went to the hospital near her home in Berlin, yesterday morning we heard that she was doing better, and yesterday afternoon she died. It was a shock, even though she was 90 years old.

We all called her "Mutti," which means mommy in German, because that's what my mom called her. She drank more tea than you'd think humanly possible. She had moved to an assisted living facility six weeks ago and was very happy there. She loved it when her grandchildren, and then, in later years, great-grandchildren counted her golden bracelets. She made beautiful bags, sweaters, pottery and paintings. She was making plans to visit for Christmas.

She was über-crafty, she loved my babies beyond measure, and I will miss her dearly.

Mutti holding her darling India