Dad lived to 87 and had wonderful deep friendships lasting 70 years. A lot of them have died or very old, but all these people who we grew up with as "cousins" ie the same generation as me didn't come
For various (IMO flimsy) excuses. They weren't even away. Granted it was a 3 hour drive away , but it was on a weekend. My amazing dad was so loyal and so sincere- we went to all their family funerals and my parents went abroad for their family weddings etc
It feels hurtful, that when it counted they werent there to honour the old relationships the parents had and their relationship with my dad who they all say they loved.. and to support us as a family.
I feel differeny about these "cousins" now