Grandparents....:)

When I think about my grandparents, I feel bittersweet. I have 1 grandfather, who is my father's dad, and 2 grandmothers. When I was 19 years old, one of my grandfathers passed away. I didn't feel that it was really sad because my grandfather used to love my brothers much more than me. So I was mean to him. But I regret doing that because I know that he also loved me. I wonder why I didn't know that truth when I was young.
On the other hand, I really love my grandparents who are my father's parents. When I was a little baby, my family lived with them. Also, my parents worked from 8am to 10pm so my grandparents took care of me and my brothers. Even though they don't live with us any more, I often visit their house and spend my weekends with them. My aunt told me that when my grandparents had come to the US, my grandmother had cried and said she had missed me. Whenever I call her, she says that she loves me in English. How lovely she is!
In Korea, my grandparents and other older people live without their children. Also, they live far from center cities. They usually grow some crops or raise some animals. So they can meet their children on the weekends or holidays like New Years Day or Thanksgiving Day. But in America, I can see many grandparents take care of their grandchildren and see them downtown. It's really strange.