Well for one, I didnt like my grandpa Henry. No one liked him. He was mean. My dad didnt like him. If you ever wanted to piss off dad, Call him John Henry.
As a kid when we would visit, I was scared of him. All of the grandkids were scared of John Henry. Now if it had been my grandma Henrys gun, that would be different. She was very sweet and kind to us. And she made awesome scratch biscuits lol.
Second, I have no one to leave it too later and I'm getting rid of some guns.
There was no sentimental value in it for me, I just remember going to their house in Wanette and seeing it always leaving up in the corner next to the front door.
Thanks for the context.
I understand.