I was not close to either set of grandparents growing up.
The ones that lived an hour away had many grandchildren and were closer to the ones who lived in their teeny-tiny town vs. those of us who lived further away. My grandmother, who is still alive, is just not all that maternal or nurturing and expects people to do X, Y, and Z for her in order to 'prove' that they love her or are a good (grand)child. I hate that. She now has many great-grandchildren as well and is abt the same with them as she was with us. My grandfather was an abusive tyrant who passed many years ago.
My other grandparents lived in Florida, and while they loved and enjoyed us, we only saw them once a year, if that, because of the distance. Papa was amazing, but he died of cancer when I was 16. After he passed, my grandmother moved up to where we lived to be close to my dad. This was just as I was graduating from high school and going off to college so while my younger sister was close to her, I was not as close as I would have liked to have been. It still bothers me that I am now FINALLY moving back to my hometown... four years after her passing.
Technically, my maternal grandmother is the only one of my grandparents still alive, but since we 'adopted' my paternal grandmother's best friend and the kids call him Great-Grandpa, he counts, too, and thank goodness because I like him the best! :wub: I can't WAIT to spend more time with him after the move!! He is incredible with the grandkids.
My kiddos have really lucked out in the grandparent department! :wub: My dad is not particularly involved with spending time with/watching them but he is just that way with kids in general. My mother and both of my ILs absolutely adore the kids, and I am so grateful that my kids are growing up with super loving and super involved grandparents.
I think I will make a great Nana when the time comes (a long, long time from now!), but I may be biased.

