It's all just stuff...

I have a 12 year old 24 x 32 garage full. It holds a 1992 16' john boat and 25 hp outboad, 44 fishpoles and reels, wife's Chevy Trax, tools and STUFF. Mid- to Late-September when the temperature falls below 90°, my Chevy Colorado becomes a garbage truck. If I haven't used it in the last year, it's going for a final ride. There are treasures in the garage that I have forgotten, my wife has forgotten, other family members did not want, and are consuming expensive space.

To the OP, from painful family experience, I can assure you that no matter how lovingly you handle the stuff and care for the people involved; you will be criticized to no end. My suggested response would be, "Where were you when help was needed?" You have done your very best, now is the time to have a clear conscience and Cherished memories.
 
"You can't take it with you" but "stuff" makes the journey a lot more pleasant.
Being a pack rat/hoarder/accumulator I have brought many others lots of pleasure. 30 or so years ago McDonald's had some tie in merchandise for The Flinstones. A neighbor said her son's mugs had broken, I gave him TWO sets. Cleaned out my coat closet a few years ago, it went to my church's coat drive, I have found sleds, bicycles, computer items, etc. left by the curb. Some I sold, some I gave away.
I have often found memories of things far more pleasant than memories of people.
 
that was stupid to throw that rifle away.

Why didn’t he just get in his truck, go to town, and buy a cake for her?

Moderation in all things.
 
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