Well, she doesn't recognize the value in iconic Americana like I do, so...
Dad left her the house, and I only had a couple hours one evening to go through stuff before she took possession. I just felt weird about picking through his things, so I left it all.
One of my other sisters did manage to retrieve a bunch of family photos and my grandad's pistol. I was happy for at least that much.
So sad.
When my beloved dad passed away, my mom immediately had an auction and virtually wiped every vestige of his existence from the house.
I hope he was blissfully unaware of what became of his huge gun collection, none of which I got hold of.