I could write an essay about this, but I'll refrain - I'm very close with my maternal grandmother, even if she doesn't always understand me and my world, and I can appreciate but also dislike my maternal grandfather, who has become quite rude over the years towards most people (I personally dislike it, but I try to ignore it for the most part). my paternal grandmother I'm quite distant with - we're very different people, and we have difficulties understanding each other often, but we try to respect one another (or at least I try to respect her); I'm sad that I had become quite distant with my paternal grandfather by the point he passed, but I feel I'd at least started to pick up the slack on my part and I feel okay with where we were when I last saw him.

Mom's mom: When I was little I spent a lot of time with her, because of babysitting, etc. Our relationship was a little rocky, I guess. Well, just a handful of incidents that I remember. But my mom once told me that her mom once told her (when I was young) that she feels like she's walking on egg shells when it comes to me and that she shouldn't have to feel that way. I thought that was interesting, not sure why she felt that way... it's not like I was really emotional or overreactive or anything. But I was really sensitive and insecure. In my adult life my relationship with her was more smooth. Not really close, but not really distant either.

Mom's dad: I had nothing against him, but we never really talked to speak of, and I only saw him for like one or two days out of the year max, since he lived in another state.

Dad's mom: My whole extended family on my dad's side comes together every Christmas (well, not the whole family, but around 20 people, except last year it was more fragmented) and has a huge Christmas tradition. It's been that way my entire life, so I have fond Christmas memories as far back as I can remember. And my grandmother was at the head of it all, the matriarch. I was fine with her, but we never really talked much, we weren't particularly close. Oh, there was one year that I lived with her and my aunt.. when it was time to move back in with my parents she said I was a neat kid and that she hopes she lives long enough to see what I end up doing with my life. She definitely lived long enough, but I never did anything. =P She lived in another city so Christmases and summer vacations were the only times I ever saw her.

My dad's dad: I've always been proud because of his accomplishments and prestige, but we only ever talked about once or twice in my life. He lived in California (where my dad's from), and I only got to visit him once. He was an alcoholic (I only mention this because I'm not sure whether or not it had something to do with how rarely I ever met/talked to him).