He was a dead-beat trailer trash drug addict and he died a bitch. Good riddance. I will never be anything like him. He did not love me, my mother, nor my brother, nor my other siblings. If he did, he would have gotten help for his addiction decades ago.
He probably wouldn't admit it, but he put drugs before anything else, even his own family, and that is why he died. Do I feel sorry for him? Maybe a little bit, but he had every chance to turn things around and he blew it.