dear PJ,
no offence meant to you and this post is not personal towards you. so please forgive me, if any way, it strikes a sensitive chord...
with a preamble like that, the public must be wondering where the punching is going to go...
oh well!! i find it ironic, that since most of us here are past 60 years of age, and within our twilight years or beyond, that we need to remind the world of the need, necessity and above all charity, to be kind to the old.
how many of us here wailed over an absent son or daughter, a rude nephew or misunderstanding in-law?
it might behoove well of us here, to go back a few decades ago, when we were in our teens or twenties. and perhaps recollect how much we extended ourselves to our aged grand parents. or for that matter, for me, even my parents.
my slate is pretty clean. in a negative sort of way. i did not help my grand parents - or rather, was of no use to my grand father who came to live with us, after grandma died, on the maternal side.
my own parents, were the first generation, to suffer through the absence of their only son, in a far away land, and that with no recourse to instant phone, or skype of this time. phone calls had to be reserved, to be got after a wait of a few hours, and that too, $4.75 a minute, in the 1970s dolla.
which is why, i shudder or gasp, to even suggest, an iota of attention or care, from my own children. call it guilt. or a decency as not to disturb the life pattern and responsibilities of the next generation - which was my mother's constant arguement, in favour of me, against an army of relatives, who while moaning at the rigors of taking care of a parkinson's patient, my dad was, would never ask or even hint, of me ever returning to india to help her take care of dad.
that he did not want to come to canada, even after getting a landed immigrant status, is another story of decency - he did not want to put his son and dil through witnessing a sickness, of which, increasingly he knew of less, but realized to be a burden on the care taker.
just some thoughts P.J. and in no way a reflection of your OP. sometimes, somethings trigger many a thoughts which had long been submerged, only to pop up again, at the oddest of instigations.
God Bless.