Late this evening.
September 14, 1917 -- May 6, 2010.
Nine years (to the day) after she buried her daughter. Six after she buried her husband.
Her name was Anna Sarah T______, but she hated her name and changed it to Ann Shirley as an adult. Yes, after Anne of Gr.een Gab.les (or so I understand, though, she didn't keep the e at the end).
She was a hell of a woman. She made a mean pot of chicken soup with matzo balls and "killer" rugelah, known internationally. The slippers she knitted are still keeping feet warm all over the country.
And she was my Grandma.