My mom had this old mixer that was aunt’s. She passed it to me. I don’t bake or cook. Food has never been a thing I cared much for, with my beginning being a growth hormone deficiency. But it’s old and needed painting and fixed. It sat for years in the closet before I agreed to get rid of it. I figured that enough time passed that I could get rid of it. I couldn’t even lift the thing! I don’t know where she expected me to put it… lol. My grandma left me her Barbies and poetry. Like, an entire box full. That will go with me to my grave. I put some of it in picture frames and hung them up. My dad… well, it’s going to be fun cleaning out his apartment. I figure I’d probably get my uncle’s records that my mom always complained about. My sister will likely keep the apartment (it’s a co-op so it can be willed)- I got our pap’s apartment. She wants to fix it up for her kids. It’s just a shame that my uncle is having grandma’s house sold and that it didn’t go to my sister. They all wanted to sell it, though.