My dad was diagnosed with terminal cancer in 1988. Part of putting his affairs in order was passing down his hunting rifles. In that process I received one. He told me it was for my son. Well my son made different choices with his life which means he can't own a firearm. So I am stuck with this rifle that I don't need or want. What to do with it. My dad somehow got it from his dad which means it originated with my grandfather. So I am thinking and thinking.
My brother can't have it for the same reason as my child. One of the other three bloodline cousins has the same problem. That leaves two. Since one of those two gets almost the whole kit and caboodle it seems unfair to pass it to him.
So I asked the remaining cousin if he would like it, maybe for his son. Since he received nothing as inheritance from our grandparents I thought it fitting that he be the one it is passed down to. He said he would be honored. And so it is.
We finally got it all packaged up and mailed back to Minnesota from where it came. History passed down the line.
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