I used to live with my grandparents and was always called upon when one fell ill. I live on the opposite coast line now.Went to visit last March and my grandparents have lost their memory.I was thrown out of the house while my mother laughed and told me to not even bother showing up for a funeral. I have not spoken to anyone since.It's just ugly and terribly sad,when I was younger they all teased me that I was the "favorite", my Grandparents where just closer and more open to me. I still try to write but who knows if they even get it? Just feel terrible, like I've let them down. If I didn't have a family & live so far away I would be there, I guess God has other plans.Heartbroken:(