When we die, we can take the love (and the influence of that love) with us, but NOT the money.
Makes me ponder the thought that my own father could not remember his dad ever giving him a hug or telling him he loved him. (Food for thought). My dad, however, was one of the most loving men I've EVER known. Kind, thoughtful, and fun-loving--a real tease. We make our own choices, regardless of our circumstances. My dad also had the influence of his mother--a woman with spunk, homespun charm and twinkling eyes (that went right along with her sense of humor).
Also, since Easter is next Sunday, this evokes the thought that it was a thief who was on the cross next to the cross of Jesus, to whom Jesus spoke. He took on the sins of everyone--including thieves, while providing the opportunity for all of us to make things right with God, our Heavenly Father, IF we would sincerely ask forgiveness and change our ways to follow His teachings. Reminds me that to HOLD on to grudges, disappointments and anger only injures US and keeps us separate from having a fulness of joy and happiness.
If we want to be forgiven, we must forgive.