I stole money from my dad and kept it even after he died

When I was a kid my dad had a habit of giving me $20 or so any time I was going out. It didn’t really matter what I was going to do, even if he didn’t think I was going to spend it. I think he just liked giving me money. I always kept a bunch of his twenties in my room in a wooden case thing I had. One day I was 12 or 13 I decided to count it all and it was a few hundred. So any time I was going to do something with my friends where money would be useful I’d ask my dad for money and he’d give me some. I realized at some point I had over a thousand. It was all the money I had in the world is I think why I felt like I didn’t want to spend it. It was all the money I had.<br><br>My dad died when I was in high school. He was only 42 and died suddenly from a heart attack. I remember I didn’t even feel bad or especially upset. It was just a sort of numbness. I realized at some point that my dad would never find out about my money stash if I kept it. It was all mine now and I could keep it.<br><br>It’s been years now and I still have the money. It’s still in the same wooden box. It’s maybe a couple grand or a little less than that. It’s nothing in the grand scheme. It’s not like I could buy a house or a car with it. It’s just enough to go on a trip or something like that but any time I think about going to the beach or the mountains for a week or something I remember my dad’s money and how I should keep it.<br><br>I have a good job now, a great one really. It’s enough money that pretty much everything I want to do is within my budget if I plan ahead a bit. But I can’t bring myself to spend my dad’s money. I feel if I spend that thousand or two thousand or whatever it is now then he’ll really be gone.<br><br>That’s my confession.