Both grandparents on my mothers side passed away when I was between 10 - 12 years old. My parents moved us out of the city my dad's parents lived in, so I didn't get to know them very well, only once or twice a year during family trips. My mom's parents passed away within 1 year of each other, nearly to the day (one on my eldest sister's birthday). They lived next door to us, and I am grateful now for the days that I would sneak out of the house and get knee rides from my grandpa, and fancy cereal snacks from my grandma. I felt special and loved. My parents often got angry because I didn't say where I was going and would simply disappear next door.