I tried.

I tried to make it a nice Easter. I even went to church this morning. The day ended with me crying and storming out. I look at my mom and think this will be my last Easter with her. I tried so hard to make it a nice day...but she didn't want to eat and my dad and I just get frustrated and then everyone is fighting. I don't know how many times or in how many ways I can tell her that she she needs to try harder or else she will die. She just ends up crying and says we are picking on her. She doesn't seem to think she is doing anything wrong. She says she is trying. She feels that her getting off the chair to go to the bathroom and to do the few exercises she does is enough. Yet she wonders why she can't get off a chair without arm rests. I'm not sure how she rationalizes things...but my dad and I see things much differently. My brother isn't around enough to see what she is and isn't doing. I have begged him to talk to her....and he doesn't. My sister-n-law has tried...and Brian just stands there like a mute. I don't know if he is scared...or in denial....or doesn't know what to say...or doesn't want to hurt her feelings. I don't get it. I have to use brutal honesty and end up looking like the bitch...and I still can't get through to anyone. I am begging...someone, anyone call my mom and talk to her. My dad and I have tried and tried and tried and nothing is working. We don't know what else to do.