Sometimes knowing someone doesn't mean knowing their soul. Your grandmother was a grandmother. And gave you experiences regardless on if she inserted herself into them.
At the risk of getting flamed, I think this is kind of an American thing. In many cultures, you don't feel a personal closeness to a grandmother, instead you have an experiential relationship with them that focuses on your grand mother lavishing wonderful things on you.
I never knew my grandmother the way I "should" but when I think of her, my heart swells with love. And through my mom I know her history and her story.
TL;DR feel what you feel. There's no right or wrong.
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I didn't know my grandmother well either, but I remember her being soft and fluffy, even though she wasn't necessarily huggable. I worked beside her for years in family businesses and she was a sharp, stubborn lady, but I didn't ever know behind the surface of her or my grandfather. I had a much better relationship with my other grandparents, whom I adored and saw regularly, but I still didn't *know* them beyond them being my grandparents. Riding in the basket of grandma's three-wheel bike, snapping peas, picking strawberries and grapes, sitting beside her and learning to crochet, watching Lawrence Welk and then Disney on Sundays. Sometimes it's all we get. I agree with just, not necessarily that it's an American thing, but it is a *thing* to not really know the older generation because you're so busy being children. You don't talk to them or know them as adults until it's well past that stage of the game.
I'm sorry for your loss, because it's there, even if you are having a hard time articulating it.
When my grandpa died I kind of felt the same way; we never had a conversation without other people around, and I know he loved me as a granddaughter, but he didn't actually know me as a person.
I'm so sorry intentionalsnarkshark. I don't think you have to know someone to know them, if that makes any sense. She was your grandmother and obviously a central point to many of your childhood experiences and memories. I was only four when my mother's father died and to this day I still miss him, even though obviously I didn't have a long history to miss, kwim? *giant hugs* (or jugs if you prefer) to you my dear friend