He’s been gone for years, but she still keeps his tools in the basement.
The hammer. The wrenches. The circular saw and its blades.
The baby food jars with screws and nails and nuts and bolts.
She doesn’t use them. One of the neighbors comes by to take care of anything she needs.
And they have their own tools.
The kids come to visit with their kids, but they have their own tools. They don’t need them.
They’re all still in good condition.
They’ll probably end up in the shop class at the junior high school.
Or sold on ebay.