i think dad is still trying to manipulate us from beyond. things i recall, when i was desperate to quit working at the law firm and i asked if he could give me a stipend so i could just write. he said his furnace just blew up and he couldn't afford to give me anything. then i remember when his mom was dying and she was on a tight fixed income and my sister and i were taking care of her she asked if he could help and he said i'll see what i can do and did nothing, then i also recall how he failed to pay child support, and then i remember him saying if i had two nickels to rub together i'd never work. he was twisted in the head about money. capitalism makes monsters. i knew it as a kid. when he died he left a pile, and left us a pittance. it's only money. money isn't everything, dad.