My grandparents died a couple years ago and I miss them a lot. Sometimes I notice things about myself that I definitely got from both of them - namely not being able to throw things away. You'd think I was the one who lived through the war. I just found some pins that my grandmother brought back from a trip to Russia (maybe circa 1990). She organized all the pins by attaching them to a Russian postcard. There are a few pins missing and next to the spaces are the names of which grandchild took the pin. I have a lot of things that belonged to my grandparents, but this card was so my grandmother and it really makes me smile.
(Becca, your name isn't on the card. I think it means you're owed a Russian pin!)