You can pick your fiends, you can pick your nose. You just can not pick your family.
I had to ponder on this for my wife has somewhat picked her family. She has three brothers that we won’t shed a tear over, all three responsible for a total of 14 millennial morons if you ask me. They bickered bad when her parents left, thought she had enough ( due to her diligence mind you ) that their parents wealth shouldn’t be hers equally even though her parents were the fairest people I can remember. She has cut them out of her life 100% and it still pleases her they don’t even know which country she lives in.
My family had the "gun" story as well.
Almost 50 years ago, . . . a certain shotgun was labeled with my name on it, . . .
And I never did get the reason why I was refused possession when it came time, . . . but the parties involved just said no, . . . I couldn't have it.
They took everything, . . . and while I was only his nephew, . . . he and I were as close as any father and son could ever be. I was his "first born" son he didn't have, . . . and he filled in the place for the father I never had.
Together we made a pretty good team, . . . both Navy vets, . . . both Pacific areas, . . . both married "hillbilly" girls that could really cook, . . . and a ton of other similarities, including some folks thought I looked more like him that the son he finally had later in life.
Make a long story short, . . . I kinda got wrote off and out once he passed, . . . something I never understood, . . . hope it was not jealousy, . . . but will probably never know the truth of it.
One thing for sure, . . . I've long since decided that life is too short to spend time pondering things we cannot fix or understand, . . . so I just let it go.
I'm not sure about it, . . . but I think Karma may have knocked on their door, . . . his pristine and gorgeous Belgium made Browning 30-06 automatic, . . . got stolen out of the basement, . . . and I think my gun might have gone with it as well, . . . a few months after my uncle passed.
But, . . . it's all water under the bridge, . . . and I'm still heading upstream.
May God bless,
My father had a old shotgun also, but it stayed with one of my half-siblings. I would like to have kept it, but I am sure I will not get it. I do not talk much with the relatives on the father's side (neither they get along between themselves).
one of the things that turn my stomach - when people are willing to sell off the family's heritage pieces on the various TV shows ...
don't know how many times over the years - someone walks into the TV pawn shop to sell off a flintlock that came down the family tree from the Revolutionary days - I got to wonder if there's someone else in the family that would have paid the price $$$$ ...