I had a conversation with my Dad one day about his guns. He told me to come over to his house and get them all. He told me which ones I had to give to my sister who lives several states away. I told him that that sounded good to me.
He died three weeks after our conversation. Before I had a chance to get to his house.
My step-mother split them up as she pleased. She gave some to her son who my dad never had contact with. I am sure those guns are pawned by now.
I should not have dilly-dallied. My fault.
Got get those guns while your dad is alive. If you don't, you wont get them at all.
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