Unfiltered Story #342577

Backstory: my parents divorced when I was 5, my dad moving in with his parents where he stayed the rest of his life, an my mom and sisters with her parents for a year. My sisters and I visited as much as we could every other weekend (2.5 hour drives).

Fast forward to the end of my sophomore year of high school and we find out that my dad has been diagnosed with ALS is given 5 years but only makes it one.

My aunt, his sister, is given custody of the small estate, while my sisters and I are the beneficiaries. She starts having garage sales right after his death, the same month. She gives us the money but we never truly have a chance to go through everything all together.

Two years later we finally make her agree to point out EVERYTHING that is his, we box it all up and move it to a storage unit.

According to her, it was not necessary for us to rent a unit, but we weren’t allowed to keep it where it had been for 15 plus years or else it was going to the curb.

To top it all off, my younger sister’s name was spelled wrong on the will, something a courtesy call would have fixed. So Gina Christy, we’ve got some stuff for you, but a warning, most of it got sold while we weren’t looking.