My 73-year-old father just blew his entire retirement fund on a $35,000 Harley Davidson

At 73, my father spent his $35,000 retirement fund on a Harley Davidson for a cross-country trip, calling it his “last great adventure,” instead of helping me, his 42-year-old daughter, pay off my loans. I was furious, believing I deserved that money more than his midlife crisis. I confronted him, arguing he was selfish for not prioritizing my financial struggles. He showed me a shoebox of receipts—proof he’d sacrificed for my education and upbringing,

even walking to work after selling his truck. A photo of me at 6, grinning on his old motorcycle, reminded me of his love. I realized he’d given me everything, and now he deserved his dream. I helped him pack, even fixing his old vest. He sends postcards from his trip, ending with, “Living. Finally. Hope you are too.” I still have debt but no longer see his choice as betrayal. Love isn’t always about money—it’s about giving chances. He gave me mine; now I let him have his.