Sorry to hear that, RB.
Don’t be.
My sisters and I didn’t even go to his funeral.
He was a mean, violent bastard his entire life.
As far as I know, our mother was the only one who went.
He had her wrapped around his finger from the time he was a small child.
She gave him everything he ever asked for, even cars.
One time she wouldn’t let him have the family van to go into town and he filled the crankcase with sand.
He died of a combination drug fueled rage and massive stroke yelling at her to give him money and collapsed on the living room floor.
No, no tears were shed from any of us siblings.
The only thing that surprised me was that he lived that long....................