Babuskya, Ukrainian for Grandmother, passed away last night in her sleep due to a stroke. This is effecting me heavily, I was super close to her. She survived a concentration camp, with a number on her arm. My Babuskya was Jewish, and her husband and her raised my mother Jewish. That side of my family is from Ukraine, while my father’s side is from Russia. Babuskya taught me to speak fluent Ukrainian, I have great memories of her, but now she’s gone.