My father-in-law is the only biolgical grandparent my son has ever known. The others are all deceased. My son is by far the youngest grandchild of seven. They're spread all over the country and at times, the world. Some make the effort to stay in touch with their grandfather and some don't. I make the 13 hour drive at least 2 or 3 times a year and recently more often, to be sure my son has a chance to spend time with his only living grandparent. Heidi, one of the other grandchildren, puts the very least amount of effort into seeing "Grandaddy." It had been over six years since she'd seen him when she called to say that she'd be an hour away, in Tampa and would be willing to meet him at the airport for a brief visit. So...he cancelled dinner plans with us to drive to the airport, at night (he's 88) to see her. Okay. I get it. We then find out that there was no particular reason that she chose the airport nor was there any reason for her not to drive her presumptive, inconsiderate self to his house to visit. We made plans to go out for lunch with Gramps a couple days later, stopped to pick him up at the designated time, only to have him announce that he preferred to stay home and watch the football game. I reminded him that we would be leaving the next day and it would likely be several months before he would see Channing again. He replied, "Yes, you've already told me that." It took me about 60 seconds of deep breathing before I blew. It was not pretty. There was a reminder of the lack of folks beating down his door to spend time with him and how taken for granted his youngest grandchild now seemed to be. I have resigned from being a thoughtful daughter-in-law and relationship-glosser for an 88 year-old alcoholic who believes that he rules the world of his making. My son will just have to someday cope with the reality of drawing the short grandparent straw. There, that's my family crap for the year.