It's gonna get long folks, sorry. I don't visit very many places on the web, besides BYC, so this is really the only place I can vent. I am the youngest of 6 children. My siblings are all half-siblings from my mom's first marriage. I am my father's only child. My Dad lives alone in central Florida. He is 88. He has a long-term girlfriend. Saying our family is dysfunctional is putting it mildly. There was mental health issues, abuse, just a whole bunch of *stuff*. One sister lives in the same town as my dad. A brother lives about two hours away from dad. He's always hated my dad and has been very vocal about that. Another sister lives in Tennessee, but visits at my dad's often. Another complicated story, but she used my dad's house as a jumping off point when her boyfriend was incarcerated in Florida. Now it seems it's become a habit. One sister lives in Colorado, doesn't really have anything to do with the family. The eldest sister (really my first cousin, and way too complicated to explain that) and I used to be really close. I cut off all ties to her about 4 years ago for a very good reason. None of these siblings, with the exception of the sister that lives in the same town, were there for my dad back in 2005 when he had a major medical emergency. I slept in three different airports and went thru h-e-double hockey stix to get to him for a few days. I couldn't stay long because I was too busy struggling to survive here in Arkansas. Trying to cut it short(er) here: I last saw my dad in 2007. We are trying to plan another trip to see him after the first of the year. It's hard with DH's work schedule, our health issues and the animals. Now it seems like all my siblings have decided to descend on dad's house for the holidays. My brother even rounded up all his kids to take with him. One sister is giving me a hard time on FB because I made a comment about Christmas cards not being sent out. I wasn't referring just to family. I was commenting on the lack of Christmas cards this year in general. I am upset and crying because it seems like all of a sudden my siblings have decided to acknowledge the man that raised all of them, from early childhood, when before now they couldn't have cared less about him. I don't know if I am upset with them for being what I feel is a bunch of vultures, myself for not being able to do more for my dad, or just because it's the holidays. Bad time of year for me since my mom committed suicide a few days after christmas back in 2003. BTW, I have tried unsuccessfully to talk my dad into moving out here and living on the farm with DH and I so I could take care of him in his later years. I can't move back to Florida.