Amazing barn finds

It seems that there is a story about amazing barn finds .every month.  One time it was a building full of "vets, another time a Camaro and now today a mustang.  I believe most of us would like to discover something old and valuable that would suddenly change our lives.  One also wishes to understand how someone could lock away an old car for so many years.  Well, I know one story.
    My uncle Frank was an illiterate man who was married to my Mom's sister.  She was a big fat woman but I loved her anyway.  Frank was tall and lanky and worked in cotton mills.  I'm not sure what he did but he wasn't ever anyone boss.  He was the sweetest old man and laughed at everything.  He called by older brother "doc" for his own reason.  He was 92 when he was diagnosed with cancer and his funereal was attended by his 5 older brothers and sisters.  Frank and his wife only had two kids, log ago deceased.
   The girl was the first to die.  She was a pretty thing but wild and an abuser of things best left alone.  She had been at home in the bathroom and on the phone with her mother.  She called as soon as she got home from her stay in the hospital.  Her death was ruled a suicide.
   The boy had been an alcoholic and every day he would find himself in more trouble than the day before.  One day he decided to change his life.  It was his birthday and Frank told him if he would clean up his act that Frank would buy him a new car.  That was the summer of 1954.  For one year the boy lived clean and sober, held a steady job and for the first time seemed to have direction and a little happiness.  I think the death of his twin daughter at the age of two may have been the motivating factor in him changing his life although it might have been his wife leaving him.  Anyway, it was his 25th birthday and he went over to "Pops" house for cake and ice cream and a day with his parents.  That was the day that Frank handed him the keys to a 1955 Chevy, red with white interior,  It was brad new and had only been driven the  two miles from the dealership to Pops house.  Pop backed the car into his garage and covered it up. 
   It due time the boy kissed his parents goodbye, got behind the wheel of his bright red car and drove down the driveway, stopping only long enough to be sure no traffic was coming before pulling out into the street.  Frank heard a horn blowing and thought maybe his son had forgotten something.  Frank walked the short distance to the car which was stopped next to his mailbox.  His son was dead, slumped over the steering wheel, his chest pressing the ring that blows the horn.  Dead of a heart attack. 
  The Price men were a stubborn lot, preferring to do things on their own.  Franks son was no different but if he had just gone to the doctor a time or two maybe the doctor could have warned him that the stress on the body from alcohol withdrawal could lead to a heart attack about a year recovery, he would still be alive to enjoy his new car.  As it was, Frank backed the shinny red car back into the garage and covered it up once again, not to be uncovered for the next 50 years.  When Frank died one of his nephews inherited the car.