I lived with my maternal grandparents (with my parents, they were in high school when I came along) till I was 3. The house I grew up in was a half a mile from my paternal grandparents, and a mile from my maternal grandparents so I grew up with all of them nearby. My Nana (maternal grandmother) died in Sept 09, my Gramps (paternal grandfather) died in Jan 10. My Grampy (maternal grandfather) is still living in his house at age 93, but has end stage COPD and a cardiac issues, but he is still pretty much independant. My Gram (paternal grandmother) is 92 and she was placed on hospice care yesterday. Her kidneys have stopped working, and she is barely passing any urine with 160+ of lasix a day, so I'm sure she won't be around for too long.
I am very lucky that I am 38 years old and have had my Grandparents for so long. It is sad to see them go, but they all had long, productive, healthy lives with many children and grandchildren around them. The hardest part, for me, is watching my parents go through the loss and watching them mourn their parent. It breaks my heart to see my Mom or Dad saying goodbye to their parent.