My Grandma Ruby passed away last week at the age of 91. She was my rock. Growing up with a wonderful, hardworking single father, living next door to my grandparents was invaluable. The love and support they heaped upon my brother, sister, and I saved us in so many ways.
She was born in indescribable poverty at the height of the Great Depression. I remember her sadly describing how she dropped out of high school because she only had one dress to wear and couldn’t bear being made fun of by the other kids anymore.
Despite these challenges, she didn’t let her circumstances define her. She married my late Grandpa Joe in 1951, raised six children, and in her late 30s, she finished her education and became a nurse. She was devoted to our faith, was the best crocheter in town, and loved going to the casinos.
She largely expressed her love for her children and grandchildren through action. She cooked countless meals for my siblings and me, kept us clothed from her Friday rummage sale trips with her sisters, taught me how to drive, how to waltz, how to cook, and was an example of tremendous faith. No matter what the endeavor, Grandma Ruby was always my biggest cheerleader.
Late last week, when she was still able to communicate, I told her I loved her. She struggled but managed to say it back. I asked her if she was ready to go to heaven, and she nodded yes. Then I asked if she was scared, and she shook her head no. What more can you ask for? I will think about her every day for the rest of my life. She will be missed.
This video was my tribute to her on the house floor for her 90th birthday last year. My dad was kind enough to go to her and turn on C-SPAN so that she could see it live.
