One of the hardest things about emigrating is that I can’t help but feel I’m losing out on the precious time I should be spending with my Grandparents (and Parents). I’m in my late 20’s and I feel lucky to still have 2 out of 4 living, they were able to see their oldest Grandchild get married, they even witnessed the proposal (even though it did nearly give my Grandad a heart attack!) and I’m proud to have been able to let them have that experience. They’ve watched me grow up, but have you ever wondered what it was like when they were growing up? ASK them! LEARN from them! It’s amazing and you won’t regret it.