The moment finally has come, my dad gave me all his guns and ammo except a few handguns. I’m not even thrilled, knowing he’s getting old and will not be using them anymore makes it sad. It wasn’t a lot of guns and ammo but more than I though he had. I didn’t feel right taking them, he asked for me to give them to my kids when they get older which of course is the plan. I’m sure I’m not the only one who has been in this position.
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Yep, been there, done that... still hurts! The thing I think I cherish most though is his pocket knife... He gave it to me not long after he gutted his last deer... Asked me to keep it with his dad's knife (my grandpa's) that he had given me when PawPaw passed... We both cried... He was 85 when he gave me that knife... We buried him Christmas Eve of that same year... 1999... I miss him every day. And the older I get, the smarter I realize he really was all those years...
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About 4-5 years before my dad died he made my brother and I each take turns picking which of his guns we wanted, one at a time, until there were none left. I remember thinking how morbid that was and not wanting to do it. When he died there was no question who got what, between my brother and me; no emotional indignation, just that we each knew which guns were ours.
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When my father's dementia started getting bad and depression was setting in my mother was terrified that he would end it all right there in the house. I drove the 5 hours to their house when I knew he wouldn't be there, collected his guns and drove home. I shed a few tears on that drive. He asked about it once then eventually forgot he ever owned them. They have been sitting in my safe for a decade now.
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Mine is still alive but went a different route.
He's getting up there in age and asked a few years ago what I would want when he goes. I told him the only thing I really wanted was one of his rifles that meant something to me- a Rigby double that was his and my first PH's in Africa, who sold it to my dad when he retired after 60 years in Africa, and his hunting journals.
Saw him last year and the rifle was gone- apparently he got a sweet deal and sold it. Mentioned in passing he was sorry my inheritance was gone.
Thanks, dad.
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