Thought you guys might find it interesting.

My grandpa passed away when I was a little bit younger that you were.

Joegreenbeen said
My grandpa passed away when I was a little bit younger that you were.

Both of mine died a couple of months before I was born :S

Joegreenbeen said
My grandpa passed away when I was a little bit younger that you were.

I lost both my grandfathers within a year. That was an unhappy year. =/

Taaj said
I lost both my grandfathers within a year. That was an unhappy year. =/

That's too bad. I would share some other stories, but I don't want to sound like I am trying to get attention from them.

I lost my fathers side grandad a few Christmases ago, just before we were going to visit my grandparents for Christmas.

The day after Christmas was spent in a funeral.

I feel like he reminds me of someone (looks-wise) and I can't for the life of me think who it is right now.
>.>

I always think he kind of looks like Bing Crosby back in his White Christmas days.

Taaj said
I always think he kind of looks like Bing Crosby back in his White Christmas days.

Hmm. I could see that.

ITT, we all talk about our dead grandpas.

Taaj said
He served in the Air Force, and was a proud pilot. I've also heard a story about how he flew author Gary Paulsen (Hatchet, Dogsong) into the Canadian wilderness to research for his books.

Hey that's awesome, I loved those books as a kid.

My grandad was in World War II as a plane technician.

Never really spoke to him much though, can't remember much about him cause I was young.

I think young kids don't realise that their parents and grandparents were people just like them at that age. Like. Grandpas were told stories by their grandpas and they went to see their grandpa at Christmas and just think they're all just 'mum' 'dad' 'grandpa' 'grandma' and that there was way more to learn about them than just 'hey you helped make my dad who helped make me, cool!'

I certainly thought that when I was a kid.

My Grandfather and I weren't close, but every time I met him, he came off as a mafia don. I have no other way to put it. He always had obscene amounts of money that my mother couldn't explain, and his mannerisms were those of an extremely exaggerated Italian New Yorker. My mom still doesn't talk about where he got his money. I never got the chance to ask him face-to-face as an adult either.

As for my Grandmother, she was an abominable person. When my mother was pregnant with me, she had to leave my father for reasons I won't mention here, and she went to her mother's place, who had a spare bedroom. My Grandmother slammed the door in the face of my pregnant mother and four year old sisters. Relations never improved with her. I'm not sure why she was so bitter, and only when I really take the time to reflect do I think I'm kind of curious. I think if she were still alive I'd probably ask her about it, but I can't say I'm distraught over the loss.

I'm happy that you had a cool Granddad though, Taaj. He seemed like a neet dood.