Both of my biological grandfathers fucked up our family on some way, shape, or form. Basically, they both left my grandma's.
However, my grandma (dad's mom) has had cancer for awhile, and sometime in November of 2010, we were informed that she was going to pass away soon, and since my dad was getting ready to deploy, we all went down to North Carolina to visit her one last time.
She ended up dying right before my brothers and my uncle got back from a small trip to a museum.
I didn't have to close of a relationship with her, however, I really felt for my dad because I know that my grandma meant the world to him.
My Great grandfather on my dad's side died not to long ago due to strokes. He had a couple of them and still somehow managed to live, but after one that hit him hard, he began to just go straight down hill.
My great grandfather on my mom's side however is still alive, but not for very long. Both of them served in WW2, so you can imagine how old he is right now.
We constantly visit him and my grandma along with an aunt and uncle during holidays and breaks from school.
I've never truly felt a that feeling of losing someone close yet (thank god), so I can't say I know how most of you feel.
sorry none the less.