My grandmother (Nanny) died about 6 years ago, but it still feels fresh. I was closer to her than anyone else in my family. She was only 73; she suffered from diabetes, congestive heart failure and demensia. Last year, we lost my grandfather too (Pa-Pa). The hardest part is not being able to call them or go visit. I miss my Nanny's sassy tongue and my Pa-Pa's cooking. They were both exceptionally loving and affectionate. I'm especially sad that Nanny didn't live to see Walden born (she wanted great grandchildren soooo badly), and that Pa-Pa died when she was only 1 year old.
I do feel for you, sister.

