I’m such a wimp sometimes

I’m watching this reality show with John Force, NHRA guy. He grew up poor bout is absolutely loaded now and has 3 teenage daughters. They are just spoiled rotton and he’s goin nuts about it. They’ve got drawers full of $200 sunglasses and $1,000 monthly credit card bills that they don’t even pay. They seem to have no concept of the value of a dollar at all. He reaches his wit’s end and takes them to see the very same trailer home he grew up in. On the way there the girls are flipping through catalogs and whining about spring break trips to Cabo or somewhere.
They get to the trailer and the current owner lets ‘em all in (no doubt pre-arranged but such is reality tv). John is talking about all the simple things they got by on and he’s getting all teary-eyed. He really seems like a great guy. I start thinking about my dad raising us 2 kids on a military salary. I’m sure money but had to be tight but if we were poor I never had a clue. He made a lot of our furniture himself, even some of the toys I had. I’ve always said when my parents pass on I don’t want to be left money or their house. The only thing I want is some of my dad’s old military uniforms and a wooden truck that he made for me when I was a small boy. It has a handle on top to steer the wheels. I’m pretty sure I can picture where it is in the garage now. I remember him taking a part-time job at Sears to make extra cash when he was a fucking Lieutenant Ccolonel.
Next thing you know I am sitting on the bed crying like a newborn baby. I mean like heaving crying too. I’m calling my dad right now. Call yours.

Edit - Actually there is one more thing I want. My dad still has a ‘63 Chevy Impala, the first car he ever bought. It’s older than me and it still runs. I want to restore that.