Lost my Dad this week,

It does always seem that death of a loved one brings out the best in some and the worst in others. My brother had his Cherokee with lift gate opened and backed up to my Dad's door within an hour of Dad's death, emptying the place out without consulting any of the other six siblings! To this day (five years later), he talks to none of us. But keep that door open; he may yet walk through it with reconciliation in his heart one day. Peace, brother.