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So beautifully put, my friend. I felt the same about my Dad's stuff. It was an emotionally fraught time as I wasn't, and am not, speaking to my mother, so the trip for his passing and funeral were rushed, with two very young children to care for. My family asked me if I wanted anything, but I couldn't think of anything; I was numb.

There's no harm in leaving those decisions for a later date. Now that time's passed, there are things I wish I'd asked for like Dad's old printing press, which was sold, things we'd actually get some use out of and remember him each time, things that evoked precious childhood memories; a childhood that was too painful to contemplate at an already overwhelming time.

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