Boy I could go on and on on this subject... but I'm 10 beers into a 12 pack and don't have the energy!
I talked about this thread with my wife. She feels my guns mean something to me, not our kids. She's probably right, but geeeze!
The Remington 514 my father gave me when I was 6, the T33 I took off an NVA Captain, the M1 Carbine that followed me home after my first year over there, the one rifle I had built just for me, my back up gun and service revolver and issue semi-auto, and the list goes on...
My oldest son already hocked the pre-64 M94 I got him & my eldest girl took my Win. 101 Skeet model that I used at Ft. Rucker on my Department Skeet team in the late 60's as an advance inheritance. Fortunately she was the Lil' darlin' of the skeet range in Beaufort, SC. The three other kids could care less.
But these are my memories... the kids don't understand why I go to my gun room and take one of my weapons out of it's safe, through it to my shoulder, rub my hand over the wood, check the bore, wipe it down and put it back in it's place... carefully.
My children will each get their pick of my weapons when I die. They all know that. The remainder will be my dear wife's to do with as she pleases. My joy in their ownership and the feelings they engender when I pick them up will be gone.