dad was a lousy dad, always chasing pussy, leaving wives, but i am somewhat peeved that we were left out of all the stuff of his after life. i don't give a hoot for his money, but he left a journal he told me i would see someday, and wife #3 has it and never said a word. all i got was a few dead dad sweaters on xmas a few years the moths are slowly eating. that's the afterlife of my dad, his second skin ingested by moths who make more moths and die. happy mothers day dad.