On April 14, 2022 I posted the following to a select audience: just my family:
My town. Enjoy. But this is just a tiny little sample. To really Grok this, come visit me. 
I waited a few days to see if there would be any reaction. On April 19 I commented:
Comment 1: Funny thing about this post: It was not sent to everyone. Only my family members. None of whom commented, or even “liked.” Guess that means I’ll die here having only met two of my grand children. Do the words “I love you” mean anything for real?
Comment 2: Sorry. Just feeling a bit sad. Easter is supposed to be a family holiday. I waited all day for phone calls that never happened. Same thing this past Xmas and Thanksgiving. I feel like saying something really, really, offensive now, so you’ll at least have an excuse for the lifelong shunning. Namaste.
The “lifelong shunning” remark is a reference to a theory I have, that my vindictive ex-spouse made the kids promise to never initiate any contact with me, nor ever visit me. I don’t know if that is for certain, but it sounds like something she would do and I have mentioned it before and no one has informed me otherwise.
So anyroad, this was an exercise in trying the Jewish guilt trip to maybe gouge them into coming out here to see me and the Redwoods. As I’ve mentioned in other posts, I have only met two of my grandchildren, courtesy of my oldest son Joshua, who made the trip with his wife and younger son Jalen a few years back. Son Jordan and his family were in Los Angeles a few weeks ago visiting Disney Land (He works for Disney owned WMAQ-TV, the ABC affiliate in Chicago). I tried a little guilt tripping in my remarks to their Facebook posts.
No reaction.
So, I thought I would try this. But, I’m thinking this might have backfired. Honestly, I don’t know what else I can do. I simply cannot afford a trip to Illinois, so they have to come to me. Everyone is getting older. My eldest granddaughter is going to be seventeen by the end of this year. Actually, I don’t even know if any of them (save Joshua’s sons) know that I exist. In the times that I have called over the holidays, I’ve never been invited to talk to any of them. I really fear I’m going to die and never meet any of them.
How twisted is that?
