I would like to add a few details to my post about not wanting my sister to come to my house. Not because I feel I need to justify to anything to anyone. My stepdad had his first stroke on 6 October. I got a call from his niece to come get my mother. Stepdad=blended family. There’s a stepsister from Florida. We’re in Massachusetts. Mild stroke, rehab, stepsister and husband decide to take dad back to Florida. Without his wife and partner of 50 years. I was appalled. My mom’s social security was $524.plenty they said. Stepdad had tons of visitors, homemade food World Series hats. My mom had rags. Stepdad was cheap. I loved him but very cheap. I offered to take them both in until they could go home. He wouldn’t drive again but that was all. They took him back to his home and he called my mom to ask when she was coming home...several times a day. Developed a UTI and stepsister and husband had enough in less than 5 days he was in a nursing home. He begged anyone to bring him home. Offered strangers $1000.to drive him to his house. Threatened suicide. I desperately tried to get my mom into same nursing home for them to be together. I would have done anything...anything. Even spoke to an attorney to see about keeping them together. On Friday night less than a week later we decided they would both go into a nursing. The next day stepsister was having lunch with dad and he had a massive stroke. They moved him to Hartford, CT for no good reason. An on November 19th after withholding nutrition for several days he passed away. It was my oldest son’s birthday. Stepsister’s 4 kids had all been flown up on dad’s money. They were All at the mall when he passed. My youngest son, who grew up with this “grandpa” all his life was there alone when he passed and will be forever grateful for that special time with him. He was THEIR grandfather too.. From 6 October to 19 November no one called to see how my mother was. Not one of stepdad’s family. Not before or since he died. Not one visit to stepdad in hospital or mom from sister or her 27 year old son. No one offered or asked to pay for my oldest son’s trip from Ohio..he drove. I had to buy food at the Pride station for weeks because I couldn’t leave mom alone and she can’t walk more than 10-15 feet. I’d run into the pride station so I could see her in the car. So all of you that think I’m so miserable and to someone who even had the nerve say my mom might not be safe with me. I’m not bitter or resentful....I’m hurt by all that’s happened. Hurt by my sister, my stepdad’s family. This was harder than divorces, cancer, kids leaving home, everything. I miss my stepdad so much. I love my mom...she deserved better than that. Especially from her own children. She has been through enough at this point. I don’t care what anyone else has to say...most of us do the best we can as parents...none of us is perfect...she wasn’t...but neither was I. Yes I cried for two months, anyone with any feelings would be broken hearted for this 89 and 87 year old couple together for 50 years......you know what..... I am crying now.