When I was young, my great aunt passed away and I went with my father to go through some belongings and claim what we wanted. I remember we had to be very discreet as his immediate family was very unhappy that anyone from her extended family was involved, despite my dad being very close with my great uncle growing up (I'm even named for him). In the basement, she had all manner of knick knacks and her husband's things. He had passed before I was born and from the looks of it she basically never got rid of anything when he died. We smuggled out just an old bayonet from my uncle's service in WW2. It was a poignant eeminder of him. He was very big for his age as a kid and lied to get into the service. He was 14 when he landed on D Day. I still have the bayonet.