Shortly before my dad died, I learned that I would be responsible for the millions he left for his nine remaining children and 19 grandchildren. Had I understood the consequences of being named executor, I may have turned down the job. I wanted to do it for my parents. I just didn't know it would cause such turmoil with my siblings. Fair as I tried to be — as I continue to try to be — there are those that are not happy with the choices I've made. Sometimes, this job sucks.
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