When my mother unexpectedly died at the young age of 61, it was as if her mother decided to give my siblings and me the finger. When that grandmother died, everything was given to my uncle with the will saying that if the uncle also died before her, that all would go to his wife. Or if she also died before her, to their adopted son. My siblings and I got nothing. But of course that grandmother was a B, and always was one. The type of grandmother that beat us for very little reason and told us that she wished other kids were her grandchildren and not us, the latter to which I told her I wished that was also so. However, after she died, my maternal uncle gave nothing at all to my siblings and me. Not even photographs of my mother that didn't include him. However, every so often he scans one or two and sends them to my sister as if that's some kind of major offering we should be kissing his A for. Keep in mind that my siblings and I never did or said even one nasty thing to that grandmother or him. She just showed contempt for my mother and us for a total unknown reason, even calling my mother "a pig" seven days before my mother died. Classic abusive woman, she was!

Anyway, I had to get that off my chest. And speaking of chests, I told my sister (for the second time) that she should go to my mother's chest that remains in my father's house and retrieve some treasures of hers from a secret compartment that only I know about. My mother showed it to me in confidence, and they were my mother's things.. My sister never took my suggestion to retrieve the stuff, and I fear that someday after my father passes the chest will be sold or given away without the retrieval.Obviously if my sister never gets the stuff, I will if the chest still exists the next time I go to the US. My father no longer lives in his home, and never will. Situations like we're in are ones where stuff disappears. Forever.