Why are you proud of your grandparents?

Both of my grandmas are amazing & reliable women. One has passed & the other is retired after working all her life & taking care of everybody. So she's chillin now.

Both of my grandpa's have passed. One came out as gay & he died from HIV when my dad was still a teen. I hear he was an artist. I've seen some of his drawings as a kid & they were really good. My family thinks that's where my own drawing talent came from.
My other grandpa was a marine vet & a champion boxer. He died homeless when I was a teen.. I only met him once when I was a baby before he disappeared

Well I think they were just there. I spent more time with my younger grandparents as a young child and they used to take me out places. My older grandparents were older and they were more laid back and loved animals. I remember when I was 17 I came home and gave my grandma a pet hamster to hold. She wasn’t scared of it at all. One thing that my grandma’s both had was they liked to read until about 3 in the morning and one thing my granddads both had was that they both died quite early in their late 60s but about 15 years apart from each other.

My grandfather had PTSD from piloting a bomber in WW2. He was mute the entire time I knew him and never said a word. I remember my grandmother screaming at him while he just sat there staring silently. That’s about all I can remember of them.

My maternal grandparents were the epitome of family coming first. They worked hard. They ensured we were all looked after.

My paternal ones were tired from war and suffered ptsd which translated into tough love

My grandmither and I were pen pals because we lived in different states. A treasured memory for me.

never knew either grandfather. one died in ww2 by nazis and the other of stomach cancer before i was born. maternal grandmother was a lazy person and basically my mother had to raise her 2 siblings, and that started in the 40s in austria. paternal grandmother was a hardworking widow. they were refugees going into germany from danzig which is now a part of poland...she had my dad and his older sister with her...i think that was around 1944....so really i can only respect my paternal grandmother at this time

I never met them. Unfortunately, they all passed away before I was born. Both paternal and maternal.

My father’s parents were both college graduates and became educators, one generation away from enslavement.

Very proud of them