I am so sorry to hear what you and your family are going through. My step-father who raised me and my sister from time I was 5 until I was 16, died within 2 months of us finding out he had brain cancer in April1995. In August 1995 he passed away at our home on Hospice. I was Sad, Angry, and felt like God took away the one person who understood me. He basically raised me. My Dad was not around. In every form of the word, He was my Dad. I was angry at my mom for not reaching out to my younger sister and I. We all deal with it in our own ways. My older sister did not attend the funeral. She was not "able to come". She was "too Distraught" She was cowardly in my opinion. She should have been there. We were all hurting.
My biological father and I had a somewhat difficult relationship in my teens because of the person he was married to. She did not like that he had kids. When I became a mom for the first time in 1996, my Dad divorced his wife. He then lived on his own. He and I became close and he has been a part of our lives since. My older sister did not talk to him up until a few years ago. She had alot of resentment towards him. Now she visits once a year for Christmas. It's nice, i won't lie, but I am starting to feel alot of resentment towards her. She is a massage therapist, with no kids, no significant other. Nothing to weigh her down. Yet, I am the one stepping uo to care for our dad. My dad's siblings live in Texas with the exception of one who lives near him. Yet no one helps! No one is around to help me. I would do anything for him, but I need their help! I am so angry that everyone disappears when it really matters. Losing my stepdad was hard enough. Seeinghim suffer broke my heart into a million pieces. Now, my dad is suffering and it is happeing all over again.