Three years ago I posted about taking some of the SandCastle Queen's father's guns into protective custody after she found them stored in an outdoor shed.
We made it clear these are still his guns, we are merely providing secure storage and taking some protective measures. We were hoping in time we'd be given the guns but today the other shoe dropped.
Her eldest brother is in town this week. Her father called today saying "give him the .22". To say she is disappointed is a vast understatement. Me too. But it's her dad's gun and he can do what he wants with it.
She is concerned he will pass it on to his son who will likely sell it. Her brother once had a nice collection but the then wife, now ex, convinced him to "get those things out of the house." No doubt she has passed those same hoplophobic attitudes on to her son (see also "The Wall" by Pink Floyd).
Just to illustrate how brainwashed these kids are, I offered to take them flying to see the area. Mom refused - apparently her father was killed in a plane crash. The kids initially wanted to go but the morning of the flight, the younger son freaked out just heading up the steps to get into the plane. The elder daughter got in and strapped in but did the same freakout before we'd taxied the 100 yards. Mom had clearly done a number on those kids.
We made it clear there is a standing offer to buy the gun just to keep it in the family. I really hate that scene in the pawn shows where some young guy walks in to sell grandpa's rifle and ends up walking out with a fraction of it's actual value.
Disappointment. It's what's for dinner.