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It's an odd coincidence, I've been thinking along these lines today. Not about my family (there aren't enough of them left to have any drama), but my husband's family. You see, for about ten years he had no contact with his parents whatsoever. He was the black sheep of the family, they went years without even knowing where he was or if he was even alive. When he met me, that changed. Since we have been together, he has been making every effort to be around his family more, and keep in touch with them. It came to fruition today - his parents and grandparents unexpectedly attended his graduation ceremony. We were invited to his parent's home after the ceremony, his mother tried valiantly to teach me to knit, and his grandmother had me in tears by whispering to me that some of the credit for Chris's triumph today was due to me that I am the best thing that ever happened to him. Now, before it sounds like I'm being conceited, let me explain that while I may have been a heck of a motivator for Chris to keep on the straight and narrow, the decision to GET on the straight and narrow was his own.
This was Chris's mom's side of the family today. His dad's side, sadly, could have cared less. And from what I understand, it's always been that way.
All that is to say, I know where you're coming from, at least a bit, and it seems reasonable to me that you have done everything you could.
I know it doesn't make it hurt any less, nor does it make you stop wondering if there was something, anything, else you could have done. But sometimes, well, there just isn't anything else you can do.
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