Maternal grandmother - last time I saw her alive. She was in hospital, and we just sat and talked. For the first time in 2 years, she was lucid and talking to me - not thinking I was one of my aunts, or her sister, or someone else. She knew my name, my relationship to her, she asked about what I was doing at school. After so long with the confusion of dementia, that visit is a moment I truly treasure.

Maternal grandfather - I have very few memories of him as he died when I was young. We shared a birthday though, and any birthday we spent together we shared a cake, one side covered with candles for him, one side with a few for me. He'd always ask me to help him blow out all his candles. I still put an extra candle on my cake each year in his memory.

Paternal grandfather - every Christmas growing up. He built me a dollhouse one year, a play kitchen another. Every boxing day we'd sit and watch the test match on TV. We'd go to the beach and for bbqs and had all the time in the world for my brothers and I. He didn't have any daughters and I was his only granddaughter for a long time and he seemed to really enjoy having a little girl to spoil.

Paternal grandmother - most odd my memories of her are along the same lines as my grandfather, they were just wonderful grandparents. But one I'd my best memories with her is actually the day of my grandfather's funeral. One of my brothers and I were both flying in from other countries and nobody told her. She'd told us it was too far to come and she didn't want us to have to spend so much too travel but there was no easy we were going to miss being there. When she arrived at the service and saw us (we had literally just arrived from the airport), she was so surprised and gave the only smile she managed all day. I love that we were able to bring her a small amount of happiness on such a sad day.