After my grandmother and grandfather died my mother and stepfather took anything that was left to me by my grandparents. Not long after my stepfather passed too, my mother just shut down and wouldn't let me see her anymore. I offered and offered and she turned me down every time I tried to see her. Soon after she started slandering my name across the family and siblings. There's so much more to the story but bottom line we haven't spoken a word in years. Not by my choice.
I can't imagine going through the rest of my life without them.
I can say for sure that the only thing worse than grieving for a loved one that has died is grieving for ones that are still living. At least in death there's some understanding. Being disowned offers no closure or understanding.