before I died, money was no longer valuable to me.

I'm going to die soon...and unlike some site visitors I really want to live..... and I could live life to the fullest, because I have enough money to do so. But I'm very sick and I have a few years to live.

While I'm lying in bed, I have time to rethink my whole life. It's only now, before it ends, that I realize I've been living it wrong. I've spent too much time on work and money. My daughter wasn't getting my attention, and neither was my wife. They did get a lot of my money. And I realize I was "paying them off". I thought that money was the main thing, and if I gave them money, I would buy them. Because my childhood was spent in a poor family. My parents didn't love me and I didn't know what it was. I hardly ever call my mother either, but I send money. I consider it my duty to maintain it. I did not see affection in my family and did not know how to give it to people. I grew up tough, cynical, and it helped me make money. Now I am rich, but I cannot buy life and health. I don't want to be lonely, so I decided to communicate more gently with my daughter. She is afraid of me, I yelled at her a lot, didn't consider her and her interests at all. She had to obey, for the money I used to keep her. She loves me after all, and I want to give her the love I never had. I treated my subordinates badly. And now I'm trying to do something good for them with my money. Money has lost its value. Too bad I realized that a few years before I died. The real wealth is my daughter, who despite my strictness loves me, and does not wait for my money. She works on her own and refuses my help now. I began to think about what I can do with my money to help people while I am still alive.... and how to live these few years differently....