Seen a bunch of that, firewood, up at FIL's today. He finally managed to get my wife's BIL to saw him up some timber into blocks. Said a few of the bigger oak blocks were two man lifters. He's been having fun using a nice 12k John Dear tractor with a scoop. He rolls bigger blocks over, and lets the scoop lift them up to a height he needs, swings a block over to his horizontal mounted hydraulic splitter.
He was kind of wanting to have put in nearly a full lumber/ firewood mill. Unfortunately the SIL that cares isn't living up there with them, to offer help getting it done. He doesn't fault me or his daughter though, understands we need to live our lives. His other SIL and daughter though, seems they'll never live their own so much as let "mom and dad" bear the brunt.
Me and FIL talked yesterday as well. He has never once thought I was free loading off his youngest daughter, my wife. He never thought I free loaded off any one of them. "All any of us need to do is ask, you're up and doing, or done by the time we finish asking.Then, you ask if there's anything else before you go back to your 'world'." He also reminded me he was still highly grateful I came down the morning of the day his dad died.
He couldn't figure out how, what to do exactly. Of course, he was in pieces. I got the house quiet, got every reflective surface covered before the coroner's ambulance come. Went on and got his wife stirring a little, made her feel useful by asking what there was to eat. She smiled and went right to work over the protests of her other daughter. Mama knew what I was doing and knew we needed to let the community know. She got food started, called a few key people she knew would pass the word appropriately.
His dad's friends come by intermittently the rest of the day. They nodded to me before coming on to the property. Then, they went to see everyone but left my FIL for last. When they got to him they took their time, spoke more of the happiest times. They would then look to me while shaking his hand and telling him if there was anything needed, call. They knew too that his dad, Sam, had taken me under wing and I was there for good reason. Her dad would not have been able to keep as steady as he did. Of course, there were all kinds of "hey, I'm going to go get a smoke" times. Many where I held him and let him cry. And plenty of times we both heard his dad fussing at all the fussing.
Saw Sam again today up at the wood shed. We had a good talk. He reminded me of a good number of things.