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The house I currently live in was built by my husband and his father in the 1970s. SIL did stained glass for a door, so she does have her mark on this place. While my husband ran around living the rock n'roll life, his parents lived in the house. In the late 1990s, they were having financial difficulty since his father was a minister of a small church who did carpentry on the side (got the minimum for SSI), so DH moved in with them to help them out. His mother died in 2000. DH wasn't getting along with his father without his mother as a buffer, so he moved in with me (I was renting). After his father's death in 2001, DH and I moved in there shortly after. There was no life insurance and DH did a quit-claim deed to take over the payments on the house and I helped him out to buy out each sister's share in probate. From 2002 until his death in 2011, my husband was the sole owner of the house.
Now when we moved in, it was NOT an empty house. His parents' belongings from back to the 1930s were in there. His sister had asked about the wood carving tools several years before DH's death. One of his nieces had wanted the medals and war decorations--again, this was decided before my husband died. But now, I'll be darned if I give those up. She's older than me and struggling with fertility. I have issue, so if this stuff is going to stay in the family, it will through my daughter.
Well, both DH and his parents were low-scale hoarders and through the last 9 years, I have slowly been weeding through the stuff. DH wanted a lot of things for sentimental reasons. I don't have that attachment to a lot of these things, so I was happy to unload them on her.
Right now, I don't have a box to send stuff down to her, so it will have to wait. SIL hasn't worked in years and probably doesn't remember what it's like to be busy, since she has the luxury of looking at unopened boxes and weeping.