Sorry to hear that. My grandparents (dad side) passed away in 1980 and I still remember most of my time with them. My grandfather was a retired school principal - we'd spend most of the weekend at their house. He would sit in his chair watching Lawrence Welk, smoking his Camel unfiltered cigarettes. I was the first grandson and he would always call me my dad's name or my uncles names before he got to mine. . My grandmother would make me Spaghetti O's for lunch with fresh buttered bread from the local bakery. I'd sleep over a lot and would get the King's treatment at breakfast. My dad would do yard work - I remember one time he cut through a yellow jacket nest in the shrubs and he sprinted down the street to get away. There were three sisters next door and they were all incredibly cute. I think this where I discovered the wonder of girls.

My other grandparents (mom) lived a bit longer. My grandfather was a bit of a WW2 hero - he was a sergeant in a minesweeping platoon with Patton's Hell On Wheels and he went back two miles behind enemy lines to save a fellow soldier trapped under a bridge. He loved to fish - one time, he took me fishing and we caught about 10 flounder, but he refused to help me clean them. I came back home with a trash bag of whole fish and my mom went ballistic. He showed up at the house 10 minutes later after receiving a well-placed phone call and cleaned the fish for me. Unfortunately, he was a also big drinker, don't think he ever recovered from the war, so he was in and out so to speak.

Anyway, great memories. Please keep your memories with you as well.