Grandparents are supposed to be great...right?

I always thought grandparents were supposed to be these wonderful great people. Most are...including most of mine.

My maternal grandparents (lovingly known as Nana and Poppy/Pop) are wonderful. I love them to pieces. My Pop was the father that I didn't have growing up. Yeah, he may be abrasive and loud and annoying, but he's my Pop and I love him. Nana was a second mother to me. My mom worked a full time job just to take care of us, and Nana was there when she wasn't. Hell, she was there when she was too.

My maternal great grandparents are/were amazing. My great grandpa (Grandpa) died in October of 2002. Its been 5 years, and I don't know where the time has gone. My great grandma (Grandma) is still alive and kicking. She's amazing in her own right. I love them both to pieces.

My step-mother's grandparents love me like their own. Her mother in particular. She never had to love me, she never had to care. I was her granddaughter from day one, and I love her so much for that. I love her like she's blood. I guess it's true. "Blood is thicker than water, but love is thicker than blood".

My paternal side...well...that's a different story. I don't call his mother by grandma, just her first name. She never seemed to take much interest in my sister and I. As a matter of fact, I do believe his entire side of the family doesn't know much about my 21 year old sister and I. Such is life. I've tried to write her letters, I've tried to be in contact with her. To no avail. I'm done trying.

My birthday was recently, and I got no card from her. Come to find out, she told my dad that I was "too old" to be getting stuff from her. Well, I must have been too old 5 years ago. Well, my sister's 21st birthday is tomorrow, and she got a card. Kinda hurts my feelings, but once again, such is life.

I just wish she'd make an effort after I had tried.