As I grew older I saw that even the most opinionated different-valued family member usually wanted to contribute. Sometimes it's a loan, sometimes it's looking after children, sometimes it is helping to fix something in the house, etc. Usually they do this because they are family. In most cases this is what it is like in all families.
There is a will to contribute. You just need to need the help, to ask for it, and, of course, to want to receive and appreciate this quality from your family and put aside your other opinions for a moment.
I always thought it was a cliché, not worth much, that there is this cycle of life and death. Or perhaps of life and new life, depending on how you look at it. But I find at times like these, just thinking of the cycle is reassuring. No matter if anything happens to each and every one of us after our cycle ends.
I don’t get bothered so much that when I discuss, say, the actual prevalence of racism with my highly educated friends, but without basis. I do get bothered when some of my immediate family lapse into more or less thinly veiled racist remarks, without basis. The difference is that I agree with my highly educated friends most of the time – and especially about immigration politics.