There's absolutely nothing I can do about this. But sometimes I just need to let it out. My mother's mother was wonderful, engaged, proud of and interested in all of her brood. But my own mother, if I did not call her she would never call me. When I do call her, she is pleasant but asks zero questions about me or her grandchildren. She travels a lot, but hasn't visited us in 15 years. I now visit her just once a year. It's 500 miles and frankly she doesn't seem bothered either way. Sends £100 for xmas but ignores all other anniversaries and life events. I'm like my grandmother. My children and any grandchildren I have will always be the most important thing to me. I don't understand her. We were never close, I could never confide in her, but she wasn't awful either. She's 85 now, fit and well. If she becomes ill or frail will I be there for her? I hardly know the woman and I'm sad and sorry about that. Can anyone relate?