My last grandparent died this afternoon. My sweet, gruff (on the surface, marshmallow on the inside) 92 year old grandpa died. It is a blessing because he is with my grandma again, but it's such a hard realization that he is gone. He had been miserable since Grandma died 4 years ago. He had been a pretty healthy man until probably the last year or so. My grandparents had 7 kids, 12 grandkids (I think), and over 10 great grand kids.
We love him so much, and he will be greatly missed!