Last one - I was 40.
Others died when I was in my 20’s and one in my 30’s.
My paternal grandfather died ten years before I was born.
My paternal grandmother died a couple of weeks after I was born.
My maternal grandfather died when I was 8.
My maternal grandmother died when I was 17.
My mother’s mother died in 1996. I was 34. Honestly, I wasn’t that put out. She was not a very pleasant person. She was the last of the grandparents to die; the others were pretty cool and died before her. That’s the way it always seems to go.
My maternal grandfather died in 1935 (I was born in 1961)
My maternal grandmother died in 1973
My paternal grandfather died in 1972
My paternal grandmother died in 1978
I loved the three I knew and wish I had gotten a chance to know the other one.
I’m 31, still have both grandmothers. Both are also very healthy and mentally fit, so I’m not expecting to be attending either funeral soon.
My paternal grandfather died a year before my parents were married. (So 5 years before I was born.) My grandmother remarried later. Her second husband died 3 years ago.
My maternal grandfather died of a heart attack when I was 16.
I was 36 when my last grandparent died at the age of 89.
One grandfather was born in 1876! He had my father late in life and died before I was born.
My last grandparent - my grandma on my Dad’s side - died on my 35th birthday.
I never knew either grandfather. My maternal grandfather predeceased my birth by a year or two - kidney infection from a catheter mishap while hospitalized for something else.
My paternal grandfather died when I was a baby of Black Lung.
My maternal grandmother went from cancer when I was about 13.
My paternal grandmother made it into my mid to late teens - maybe 17, 18?
My official maternal grandfather died sometime during the 1950s, about 10 years before I was born. I say “official”, because on my grandmother’s deathbed she said that my mum’s real father was another bloke, a family friend. Heaven only knows when that one died.
My paternal grandfather died in 1964, when I was a few months old, my paternal grandmother in late 1972 when I was nine, and my maternal grandmother in February 1973, also when I was nine.
My maternal grandmother died when my mother was twelve.
I had two step maternal grandmothers, my grandfathers second and third wife. One died when I was eighteen and the other when I was twenty three.
My maternal grandfather died when I was twenty eight.
My grandfathers second wife was more of a mother to my mom but less of a grandmother to me. I met her quite often but since my grandfather was remarried, his third wife was more like my grandmother. It broke my heart when she died and they left my brother and I out of the list of grandchildren. She was the only grandmother I really ever knew even if she was not blood.
I only met my paternal grandparents twice. I am not sure is they are still alive.
My father’s father died before my parents even met, AIUI.
My grandfather checked out from Alzheimer’s by about 1990. The body didn’t die til 1993. I was 24, at the time.
My father’s mother passed away at about 95, in 1997. I say about 92, because there was no birth certificate that we could find, and she kept advancing her birthday every other year. But she had to have been born in 1902, or earlier - because her younger brother tried to enlist in the Marines, then lied his way into the Army, in 1917, when he was 14 or 15. And, IIRC there was another daughter between her and him. I was 29.
My mother’s mother passed away at the end of 1999. Again, in her early 90s. I was 31.
All my grandparents are still here. Well, scratch that. I know both my Mom’s parents are still here, and my Dad’s mom is, but My Dad’s Dad divorced her when my Dad was a baby.
I never knew any of my grandparents. They were all dead before I was born.
Lost my maternal grandfather when I was about 8 (cancer)…I knew what was going on, but I didn’t really mourn him…He scared me because he was so strict and ruled his house with a patriarchal rule…I don’t know. He was the blue collar, strong and silent and not very affectionate (except for the occassional eskimo kiss) type. I guess I should feel bad that I didn’t mourn him a lot, but I remember that his funeral was really boring.
Both of my paternal grandparents died before my dad even met my mom(cancer/pneumonia and breast cancer, respectively), so by the time I was 8 I had just one grandparents remaining. My grandma is still around, but not doing to well at all.
I only know of my maternal grandparents (and I know very little of them). I have no clue who my paternal grandparents are, what their names are, whether they’re alive or dead, or anything.
My maternal grandfather died when I was an infant, perhaps two, and I have no recollection of him. I was apparently present at his death-- a teenage crime suspect was fleeing police, burst through the front door of my grandfather’s home during a family get-together, they tussled, and my grandfather had a heart attack and died. (Sounds bad, but my family’s got a penchant for morbid humor, so it’s become a fun bit of family lore rather than a sad legacy.)
My maternal grandmother died about a year ago, when I was 32. I’d never met her, as my mom had broken all contact with her before I was born. My uncle and his family had apparently mended fences with her in the last few years, and when she was on her deathbed, they contacted me to find out if I wanted to make a final visit. They were a little surprised when I told them I’d never met her and didn’t really want to meet her. (Partly out of respect for my mom’s feelings about her mother, and partly out of a general apathy towards non-immediate relatives.)
My last grandparent died when I was 26. She was born in 1898 and passed away at the ripe old age of 97. Many members of my family have married late.
My husband is 41 and still has a living grandmother. She’s in her 90’s and increasingly frail. Most of the members of his family married before they were 25.
My maternal grandmother died when I was around 12. I never really knew her because of the language barrier and because she had severe diabetes. She lost her vision before I was born and had a hard time living. I wasn’t too sad since I didn’t really know her.
I lost my paternal grandfather when I was 16. He helped to raise me, and he learned conversational English so he could talk to me and my brother. He was the father figure in my life. Right before he died, he found out he had colon cancer. I missed a few months of school to be with him in Thailand as he was dying. I flew back to turn in my assignments so I wouldn’t fail sophomore year.
I had just came back from a school day, not even a week back from our trip to Thailand when my mom told me my grandpa had died. Oh and did I mention that that same day was my 16th birthday? We flew out back to Thailand two days later and spent another week or two there for the funeral services. In Thailand the funeral services are a week and the body is placed in a large, heavy wooden coffin (with the lid closed of course), so friends and family from all over have time to say their goodbyes and pay their respects. I just sat behind my grandpa’s coffin so me and grandpa could ‘be alone’ and I just read the entire week with what felt like my grandpa kinda reading with me. It was nice. My dad was being a huge bully and I told him to leave me alone because I was reading with grandpa. First time my dad just shut up and leave me alone. Even in his death, my grandpa sheltered me from my dad.
Sorry about the long story, it’s just nice to get this out.
My paternal grandmother is still alive, but I don’t really like her. She’s not a nice person.
My maternal grandfather is alive but I don’t know him and he doesn’t seem to care to get to know any of his grandchildren. Oh well.
I had much older grandparents due to my parents being on the older side when they had me (32 and 37, even though I was their first), and my parents both being the youngest in their families. My dad’s parents were 35 (mom) and 41 (dad) when they had him, and my mom’s parents were 40 (mom) and 47 (dad) when they had her. As a result I didn’t get to know my grandparents nearly as long as I would have liked, as they are all now deceased.
My dad’s dad died of a heart attack two years before I was born (June 1990) at the age of 76, just seven months after my parents got married. It makes me sad that I never got to know him.
My maternal grandfather died at 88 of congestive heart failure and Alzheimer’s six days before I turned 8, on May 10, 2000. My maternal grandmother died of Parkinson’s Disease exactly a year after him to the day (May 10, 2001), at the age of 82, just before I turned 9. I have some good memories of them (like my grandpa reading to me and pushing a firetruck back and forth with me), but more of when they were sick. They were both very ill and confused the last couple years, and my mom would visit them a lot to take care of them, and sometimes take me and my younger brother too. I remember my grandmother talking to what she thought were people in the room, but there was nobody there, as she also suffered from dementia. Eventually she could hardly move or swallow, and lost most of her hair. Parkinson’s is a terrible disease.
I knew my dad’s mom the longest out of all my grandparents: she died in September 2007 when I was 15 at the age of 87. She was the only one who saw me grow up and was a wonderful grandmother to me in many ways. She loved to cook and to hear me play the piano. Unfortunately she was also pretty ill the last few years of her life, suffering from strokes, falls, and kidney failure that eventually left her completely unable to take care of herself, and made her very depressed.
My last grandparent died right around the time I turned 40. All four of them were still alive and kicking when I graduated from college.
My wife is 49, and she still has one grandparent living.
That’s crazy. It’s hard for me to relate to people who still have grandparents in their 30’s and 40’s, and I have to admit I’m a bit jealous. I feel a bit cheated out of the grandparent experience, though I did have a wonderful great-aunt who just died last October when I was 21, and she was a substitute grandmother to me in many ways.