My dad had a double barrel 20 ga. shotgun with a plastic stock that was filled with kernels of corn (for balance, he said). I don't know when he got it, but he carried the gun I went he took me hunting every year beginning in 1959. He also had a .22 revolver.
When his Alzheimer's started getting bad my sister's husband took the guns out of his house. Her husband died before telling us what he did with them. They weren't worth anything, so I doubt he sold them. I'd like to have them, but my sister hasn't been able to find them in the house.

Really dude?
My Dad passed away earlier this year and these were guns that he had. I don't really care or "wish" that he had bigger guns, I think a 9mm with hollow points will certainly make light work out of most situations. Just sayin.

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Sorry Marty. I meant no disrespect.

Thank you.
Dad passed away in February and I can tell I'm still very sensitive about things. I miss him terribly. I was starting a new position in quality control when he passed away and he was always telling me how proud he was of me and there are so many things I would love to tell him about what I do at work. I catch myself all the time when I do something and think, I need to tell Dad about this, and then reality sets in.
Ugh, yeah, it's tough.
The probate stuff has now been completed and I know we must move on...
Baby steps. [emoji22]

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I'm very, very sorry to hear about your dad, Marty. I lost mine when I was only 18. I still miss him every day of my life. When he passed away, I was the only one of his four kids who had showed any interest in shooting, so I got all of his guns. Here in Washington it was (and still is) as simple as just saying they were mine. Granted, I was obviously living in the same home, but even had I been older and out on my own, it would have been that simple, and still would be. Here in Washington. But, like others have said, state law varies. A lot. Make sure you check.

Beyond being guns, just having something I can hold in my hands, and sometimes even use, that belonged to my dad is hugely important to me. I have some of his tools as well (those did get divided up among us three boys), and still use them. I try to only use his hammer outdoors, during allergy season, so I have an excuse to offer my wife for why my eyes well up in tears sometimes... 44 years later...

Hang in there, and hang onto the guns. Even if you never really develop any interest in them.

The sign of great parents is in the missing of the sharing, often little things, once they are gone.

You are a fortunate son. My best to your Father. I had one as well.