Krystal, thank you for your message. I find it interesting that the people that I thought would be there for me during this loss in my life are the people that I've been able to depend on the least. It feels easier for me to speak with total stranger than to speak to my own family. My mother passed away 10 years ago after a lengthy illness. Daddy could no longer care for her, as she needed skilled nursing. He had to put her into a nursing home. My three sisters never forgave him and had very little contact with him. They had not been to his home in 8 years when he died. They are bitter, unhappy people, and they broke my Daddy's heart by withholding affection from him. They have now decided that I am "dead" to them because Daddy left me a small amount of money. He also provided for them through property inheritance, but that is obviously not enough for them. My Daddy and I were extremely close, and we spent a great deal of time together. I loved him very much, and I miss him every day. I have been accused of "hanging around him just to see what I could get out of him", which is the most hurtful thing of all. I have washed my hands of the whole bitter bunch of them choosing instead to surround myself with people who care about me and support me. It's been hard, but the hardest part is not being able to talk to my best friend about all of this - - my Daddy.