I haven't seen her for amost exactly six years. She will be 79 on 9/9.
The last time we saw each other, she was quite awful to me, but I really never thought it would be the last time.
I spoke to her the following year, and she started saying the same things again, so I "gave up".
I think she now lives in a granny flat alongside her favourite daughter and her wife, but no longer at the same address that I knew. I don't have a phone number either. Which says it all really, I know.
I don't even really know what I would hope for, and I would never want to annoy her, which I think I do.
There probably isn't any point, maybe I am just a masochist.
(The backstory is that I didn't actually meet her until I was 16, although I iived with her until I three, I believe. It was never easy, due to the big gap during the formative years, and her expectation that I would "just fit in" with the established family she then had, even though I was only visiting - and she had trained my sister to hate me on sight.)