I guess we were fortunate when Mom died. She had nothing of value to fight over. I got a TV. My sisters didn't want anything but a few knick knacks.
When Dad died a couple years earlier, his family he had then fought over some stuff, but his wife was still alive and stopped the bickering. One of his daughters sent me his Flat screen TV that he had just bought to watch baseball, and his old pistol. Don't know how that family dealt with things after dad's wife died. 2000 miles away so it was easy to stay out of that mess. I offered to buy his pickup but his wife refused to sell it to me.
Hope you can find some comfort and less stress though this, DT.
DAC
Nobody is fighting over "stuff" ----yet, anyway.
After the service and we were back at the house we grew up in there were a few specific items brought up and it was the opposite. There's a painting of my brothers my sister and me that my dad had done, off of a picture of the 4 of us (my sister died in 79, she was 22, I was 12)
The pic it was copied from was taken at a now defunct amusement park/ where just the 4 of us went without Mom and dad. And my younger brother asked if I wanted that painting. I said maybe if the other one didn't. Well later he was asked and also turned it down.so i got it by default. It was suggested that it could be thrown away. At the time my dad had that done as a Xmas present for my mom he was so happy and couldn't wait to give it to her. I don't know what happened to the original pic, it was "poster size" and as I remember, black and white.
That sort of issue of every one fighting over one thing, hasn't even come out yet. Except for 1 item that I have no interest in but my brothers both want. I did say that there were alot of things that if weren't wanted that my son and me could take care of getting rid of... There was very minimal talk of who wants what, that I had heard, so far anyway. That's not where the friction is to this point.
At the funeral home, I sat in the room where the casket was and made to feel like I was part of the furniture. Most were in the lobby area until the actual starting of the service. It was the smallest funeral I've ever experienced.
Something else happened during the service yesterday that I absolutely don't understand. After the part at the funeral home when we all went to our cars to head to the cemetery I got in the Durango and all of a sudden it went "click click." Dead battery. I'd started it no less than 3 times before that, yesterday// the last time before this less than 2 hours before this point, and no hint of any problem.
Before then id NEVER had an issue with it starting. I've had it since November and it's been great. Never even a "slow" start before then. But the battery was the one that was in it when I bought it , and the battery was about 4 years old.There was a Napa right next door to the funeral home.
I said I'd go next door and get a battery for it later, could we ride to the cemetery with somebody and my older brother comes over and sticks his finger in my face and starts screaming at me. He assumed I was gonna go do that right then... But decided to start screaming at me before he asked, or even just suggested that I take care of it later
c'mon I'm 57, not 5.
my son and I went back for it between the cemetery and the luncheon thing. The cemetery was 2 miles at most, from the funeral home.
I had had a completely different post typed out and deleted that one before I hit "reply"