I'll have much more to say about this in a few days, when I have some time to prepare, but…
My maternal grandmother, Ruth Elliott, born Ruth Alice Wyman, died at 10:38 a.m. today of congestive heart failure after a long illness. She was born in 1915 in Rangoon, Burma, and died two and half months short of her ninety-second birthday. She was in my mother's house, in the bedroom where she had lived for the last twenty years, surrounded by family when the end came.
She was the most gentle, even-tempered woman anyone could have known, and I was proud to be her grandson.
The rest is silence.