Nana Dorothy died today. She was 89. She was one of ten or eleven kids of the Goldberg klan of Pittsburgh, PA. She married Meyer Yahr --one of nine or ten kids-- and gave birth to my mom, my aunt and my uncle.
Nana Dorothy battled depression, on and off, I think for most of her life. She was a great grandmother to my sister and me. During difficult times, she and Poppy Meyer were always there.
Nana Dorothy was an incredible cook and a great story teller. She was extremely short and extremely big busted. When she told me I was gay -- well into her 80s -- she was really almost as accepting as I could have imagined.
She cared, she loved, and ohmygod did she cook. No one on this planet could make a better brisket, turkey, mashed potatoes, yams, cream o wheat, fudge brownies, cookies, cabbage soup, chicken soup...you name it. She made it and she made it great.
I love you Nana Dorothy. Rest in Peace. Shalom, Nana. Send my love to the too many who went before you. God speed.