L.P. I understand what you are going through. Both my parents were alcoholics, and both drank until they passed. My mom was only 69, my dad was 75. It seams like my mom was a hateful person. I tried all of my life while she was alive to get her to love me, accept me, ect… I think the only reason she had anything to do with me was so she could get things she wanted. 2 years before she passed, we had a argument, we never spoke, or seen each other again. Before my dad passed, my siblings talked me into seeing him. My Husband, and I went. We stayed a couple hours. my dad apoligised to me, then we left. My dad passed a few days later. I may have cried the day that each passed, but I know I cried for my self, not them, if that makes any sense to you?