My dad's widow, Connie, called today. She has sold the house in Belleville and is closing on it tomorrow, although she seems to have through the end of the week to finish getting her stuff out of it. She just looked in the attic above the garage and found a bunch of papers and toys and stuff that I had no idea was there. Nor do I know what they are without looking at them.
Belleville is six hours away by car. This is too far. It really is.