I never got to really know my grandparents until now because I lived a million miles away in another country. But what I did know was that they were kind and they would spoil me and my siblings every time we went to visit them. The time we spent together, though, was always so short that I only knew a few things about them.

Eight years ago my grandpa died of prostate cancer. It was shocking and very unexpected, yet I wasn't sure how to respond... at his funeral I realized that I would never see him again and I'd never have the chance to get to know him better. That was the saddest part about his death, my time with him was over.

Since his death I've tried to treasure every single moment with my other grandparents, but it wasn't until this past Christmas that it finally hit me how great grandparents really are. They are old and so wise, and I really don't have that much time with them... life is fragile and my precious moments with them could be over at any time.