My paternal grandfather died before I was born. (Right before I was conceived, apparently)
I carry his last name with pride, but because HIS parents died when he was two, and his only brother died when he was 16, there are a LOT of mystery's about my family from his side.
Maternal grandmother died when my mother was 6. (Aneurysm)
Maternal Grandfather died when I was six. I remember he was very kind to me, and would save his apples just for me whenever I saw him.
Paternal grandmother is still alive, but barely. She'll be 81, but is in bad shape. Just got put into a home, and is still trying to escape, even though she knows she will fall and break something in her attempt.
I wish I saw her more, but the buses don't go out there, and when I'm free my only rides are busy lately. Its sad, cause she still remembers a lot, and I'm her namesake (middle name wise)
Since I am the severe baby, it always saddens me to know my dad's other kids got to see "Grandpa Skip" and I didn't. (They got to see Great Grandma Johnson too...She died a week before I was born. Dad says I act like her sometimes)
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