When I think of my grandmother, Babushka Galya, I think of warmth, love, deep caring and compassion. No one cared more about their family than her and no one was more devoted. She genuinely enjoyed caring for her grandchildren and she loved hearing about our lives. Her home was full of light and delicious smells, and her cooking was just incredible. She had the most jolly infectious laugh and she laughed often. Even as her last months were clouded by dementia, she never failed to smile at her loved ones and until the very last days blessed us when saying our goodbyes - wishing us health and happiness each and every time. As a little kid, I loved to tickle her elbows and bury myself in her hugs. I remember the smell of her bright red lipstick, which she meticulously applied along with classic black eyeliner. She never stepped out without her face done! I loved her fried chicken, fried fish, and most of all her pickled eggplant and tomatoes. She shared so many stories of her childhood with us - living through post-war famine and going through the biggest of hardships. She built a full and beautiful life, leaving a bouquet of beautiful memories. I will love her and remember her voice and smell and touch forever. Rest in peace.
I love her she’s very sweet lady and kind. She loves to walk.