When my father passed on, my brother and I spent several days sorting out his shop. Was actually a real nice trip down memory lane. Seeing all those tools that had been in his hands so much they had wear grooves from his fingers. We each took what we could realistically use (not much left after that) and shared the rest with others outside the family. His pickup, camp trailer and old tractor we had to sell as neither of us really needed them, but we had a good time cleaning them up and knowing Dad had enjoyed them immensely, finding little custom touches here and there.
J, I encourage you to make the trip yourself and enjoy being in the rigs he had enjoyed himself. He'll be right there along side of ya the whole time.