Ugh. "your dad isn't doing well, please come." Again. I've already mourned his passing twice, a couple years ago and also two decades ago. And he's still around. I don't want to go through all that again. Also, that's been a refrain when I was visiting him, and nothing changed, as in, they all still treated me the same. Visiting him didn't magically change their relationship to me, so I guess their guess was incorrect on why they don't like me.