Well, I really don't want to throw a monkey wrench into this...but...
Everytime my grandparents would beat me, my grandfather would wait about a half an hour till he figured I had all but cried myself out...he would always tip-toe into my room and give me money or candy. It was his guilt, for hurting me, but so religious and convinced was he that "to spare the rod, spoils the child..." that he would whip me even harder, and I remember he was always so enraged when he was dangling me up by my arms and bashing and slashing at me with a wire wip, or belt, or the perfect stick he would find outside...
Every time, he came to me and gave me money or candy. they would burn my letters to my mother begging her to please come and get me, they never let my letters out of the house.
Anyway, there is a moral to this story. I am 42 years old now, and they still send me ten dollars in a card, every Christmas.
It is not love. It is guilt money. I didn't want it...and would give it to my mother and tell her to go buy some gasoline or food with it.
Which brings me to my point....
I feel it is a mistake to accept their guilt tokens. Something inside me tells me that I should never, ever accept their gifts. The gifts are lies, they are a cover up, they are soothing their conciences...for if I accept then I am being bought off yet again.
As poor as I am, I duck-out of my families already squabling over who gets what when they die...that disgusts me, it is wrong...it is materialism that means nothing...it is a bandaid for everything.
To keep them in your life just so you can get money or material things from them, does further damage to your spirit. I am not going to jump in here and agree that it is ok to accept these things because, well, they owe me, don't they? Since they destroyed my spirit, I am entitled to inherit everything they own when they die, and I am entitled to recieve guilt money from them. Do you see what I am trying deparately to say?