Why? There is no justifiably clear reason

I am 69 years old, married to the person I very much want to be married to, and together, we planned and had 6 wonderful children, five of whom turned bad on us when they became adults. Today, I now sit in a hospital bed recovering from a stroke that I had a month ago but aside from being away from my wife and my son and adopted daughter I feel happier now then I have ever felt. I have a good son who loves and respects me, an adopted daughter who loves and respects me and a wife who adores me and comes to see me every day. Since I had my stroke, it has become evident that I have many friends and family who all love me. I  am in a better place than I have ever been. I sit in my hospital bed, and every day, nurses and professionals walk past my door and shout into me, “You alright Der” I must be well, like for people to do that. I offend no one and do what I can to be a good person. And yet, five of my children have become wayward and estranged and have taken our grandchildren from us. Why? Just saying the words that “they have taken our grandchildren from us” makes them bad children and parents and people. They have no justified or genuine reason for it. What they have said is lame and without merit. Like giving them fish and chips instead of a Chinese. I can’t think of any justifiable reason why they have turned on us. They have never given a justifiable reason for it. What I do know is that I am so very blessed to be the proud husband of a woman who makes it ultra clear that after 51 years, she still loves me as much as she ever has. That my son and stepdaughter really do love me more than I could have ever contemplated, that I have friends and family that are priceless and caring. I was so impressed by their well wishes when I had this stroke. My sister, who really put herself out to come and see me after 20 years because she has a kind and forgiving heart and loves her brother whose children hate. To ask for more than this would be unappreciative and selfish, so I am not. I am satisfied with my lot. If I am still alive ŵhen my grandchildren become adults, I will send an explanatory letter to them with their inheritance notification telling our side of the story and hope for a reconciliation with them. But having this life threatening stroke and being stuck in this hospital with not even a cursory inquiry from my children as to how I am has shown me clearly, and concisely, and every one else who has a heart, who and what they actually are and what value they have of us. Hard as it may be, we are kicking the sand off our sandals and no longer recognise them as our children. They have achieved the emancipation that they have saught and we no longer consider them related to us. They had their chance and blew it. Anyone who knew us during our child rearing years knows that we did our best at rearing our children and were good parents to them. What they say is a minority opinion that nobody believes or takes any notice of. Part of the reason why I have had this Stroke is the result of the stress they induced on me. The main perpetrators were clearly Hannah Smart, Elliott’s poor choice, and Becci Smart, Donny’s desperate choice, and my daughter Naomi Williams the assumption fact maker This will hopefully be the last time that Kay or I will mention her name. She is no longer welcome in our life after the untrue lies and innuendos she spread about us. None of them are. This straw has now broken the camels back.