Brummie,
I so understand how you feel. My mom made all the meetings, but never went out in service. My Dad was a double amputee and going blind. After my Dad died, my grandfather had a stroke. He moved in with my Mom and I. He died in October. Now just a couple of years apart, one on Oct. 4 the other Oct. 5th, she lost her husband and dad. I am still waiting for someone to call my mother and ask her how she is. She is in her 60s.
Here is one more story. 10 1/2 yrs ago I lost one of my children. To say I lost my mind would be an understatement. After the service, I stayed with my sister for two weeks. I had two older children, and I was in no shape to care for them. When I came home, I was told that the ones in the congregation would have helped me if I just hung around. Since I ran away, don't look for them to help me. Talk about love. (and yes, I was dumb enough to stay for another 10+ yrs.)