almost four. depend on how close you were to them. my maternal grandmother always had time for me and took me to plays something i loved. it was sad when she died but even sadder because she went "downhill" fast the last year of her life and did not know who anyone was hard to see someone  who was so active to end up this way.

It's kind of a mixed bag for me. First of all, one grandfather died before I was born, so I only had to deal with the deaths of three grandparents. It hit me very hard when the first of my grandmothers passed away. I just didn't know how to deal with the fact that she wasn't there anymore.

Several years later, my other grandfather died. Call me cold-hearted if you want, but I didn't really feel much at all. I was a pallbearer at the funeral. It was cold and snowy, and that was about it.

My other grandmother died not too long after that, and while I felt a little more than when my grandfather died, I got over it pretty quickly.  

My Grandpa(last living grandparent) just past away. In the beginning I felt empty, in denial, later, when it cought up with me - I was simply really sad by simply knowing that I will never see him again.

My most favorite grandparent died in 1952 and I was devastated. I had lived with this set of grandparents during the war (WWII) and was extremely close to them.

I've rated this one lower, probably for the same as a lot of other people. Being a grandparents means you've lived fairly a long time, usually. In my case, my grandmother is in her 50's (she and my mother had children at 18). Because of their age, it's usually less of a shock than having your child, or even your parent die. That fact doesn't always make it less hard, but we all understand that people won't live forever.

In my personal case, five. I loved my grandpa(1925-2005; WWII vet) He died all the suddenly, couple of of weeks after his 80th birthday. An autopsy confirmed that he had died accidently, after stumbling down in his own kitchen. In much of my life, he was closer to to me than his son. He had a talent to MacGyverise things. Much of the stuff that his offspring inherited(including my myself) had his own wirings. He had a wicked sense of humour. Though he never really recovered from the passing of my grandmother(1993) he was always an entertaining company. During his his funeral, it was interesting to note that I and my (male) yuppie cousin cried the most heavily. Though I DONT BELIEVE IN ANYTHING SUPERNATURAL, Fare away T.!!!

Yeah this was pretty bad for me. I was really close to my Grandpa. He fought in the Battle of the Buldge during WWII and was awarded a Purple Heart and a Bronze Star. I looked up to him alot.

It was awful to lose one of the two grandparents I felt emotionally attached to. Grandma died the day after Christmas in 1995 (almost 10 years). She was 62 and even typing this makes me a little sad.

My grandfather's death was a sad time for my family and I because he was a great man, and we had all grown really close with him. However, he was 94 when he passed, and although it was hard on us, it was also a blessing to see him move on. However, I do believe that this would be more difficult if this had happened when I was a child, rather than a young adult.