I just got back from the Dallas area after attending my wife's grandfather's funeral. Last night after the service the subject of guns came about with one of my wife's uncles (super nice, cool guy). He was just floored to discover that she was a CHL and loved to shoot. He took us into a bedroom and pulled out 2 rifles and a shotgun from under the bed; I thought it was just a "gun show and tell", which I am always up for.
Turns out they were her grandfather's guns and her uncle and cousin were going to take one each and they needed a 3rd that could be trusted to keep, use, and maintain such a treasure. There was a 30 30 deer rifle with a scope, a pre-1950 single shot .22 bolt action rifle, and a Winchester 1200 12 gauge (sorry, I don't know rifles and I was too emotionally caught up in the moment to find out what brand the rifles were). We had a tough time because he didn't want to tell us what gun he and the cousin wanted so we would have first pick (Uncle Mike is that kind of guy). It turned out that they wanted the rifles and we had been wanting a shotgun to kill clay pigeons at Eagle Peak, so everyone was happy.
Her grandfather was one of those quiet, strong, kind WWII vets that buit his own house with his bare hands, took care of his family, and worked every day until the cancer stopped him a few months ago; and always had a sweet grin on his face. I can't imagine a better way to remember a loved one than with something that will bring joy to me, and my wife, and eventually our 8 year old for the rest of our lives.

Embalmo