AITA for refusing to donate my dead son's baseball equipment to the kid who caused his death?

I never discussing my personal life online, but I have to know if I'm being selfish here.<br><br>My son was a great baseball player, baseball was his life. He was 16 and had already gotten accepted into a good college on a full baseball scholarship. He was picked up by multiple car agencies and shoe companies already because he was so promising. My wife and I were so proud of him.<br><br>Tragedy struck about 4 months ago. My son was driving home from a party when a dui driver slammed into him. My son died 2 hours later. The dui driver was a minor, so I won't name him. But he was on probation for dui already, was on multiple drugs that night, and was charged with 2nd degree murder. He was placed in juvenile detention for 2 years.<br><br>This is where the problem is. The kid who killed my son is my nephew's friend. My nephew has been begging me to let him get my son's baseball equipment. I said no, and he asked why. I told him, "because the kid who is getting it killed my son". My nephew told the kid who killed my son what I said, and that kid called crying for the equipment. I told him to fuck off.<br><br>Now everyone is attacking me for not giving my son's things to the kid who murdered him. My family is saying I'm a monster for not giving it to him, my wife is the only one who is on my side. I think I'm being rational here, but everyone thinks I'm an asshole. AITA?<br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>UPDATE: I thought about not putting an update on here, but I felt I owed you guys one after all the support.<br><br>I'm not a good writer, but I'm going to try my best to summarize the last 3-4 months here.<br><br>I thought my family would grow up after that, they didn't. So I basically went silent and cut off everyone but my wife. My parents and sister thought that would change things, it didn't. I didn't talk to them for almost 3 months.<br><br>Thanksgiving rolled around and my wife and I planned on going to the beach. My mom and dad started guilt tripping us. At this point, my wife and I were sick of the bullshit. So we told them off.<br><br>I told my family that they had no right to call me an asshole for not giving that kid anything, that he killed my son and that he was garbage. My mom and dad tried to say "but he's family" and I lost it. He's not family, he killed my family and I never want to see him again.<br><br>My sister tried to get involved and I laid it out for her. I told her that the kid who killed my son was her son's friend and she allowed it. I reminded her that her son had been begging for my son's stuff for 3 months even though he knew it was the kid who killed him asking for it.<br><br>I told my family I never wanted to see them again, and that I couldn't believe they tried to guilt me into giving the kid who killed my son anything.<br><br>My wife and I went to the beach for 2 weeks, and it was great. I never thought about my family or the kid who killed my son that whole time. When we came back, my parents and sister called begging for forgiveness. I was expecting that to happen, so I ignored them.<br><br>The following weekend, my parents and sister showed up at my doorstep. They all apologized, including my nephew. All of them were crying. My nephew came clean to me about the kid who killed my son.<br><br>My nephew said the kid who killed my son had started dealing drugs at school, and that he had been using my son's death to get sympathy off girls and get them to do everything with him. My nephew told me he was sorry for asking me to give that child my son's equipment and that he didn't know any better. He said the kid who killed my son had been begging for that shit for months, and that he took it as a dare to ask me if he could have it. My nephew cried and begged me to forgive him.<br><br>My parents and sister said they had no right to try and get me to give anything to the kid who killed my son. My mom and dad admitted they knew about him dealing drugs, and that they had been letting it happen.<br><br>It was an emotional day, and in the end I can forgive them. I can't forgive the kid who killed my son, he will never mean anything to me. But I can forgive my family for what they did.<br><br>Also, my family will never see the kid who killed my son again.<br><br>I want to thank everyone here for being supportive. My wife cried for hours reading all the comments, I did too. You guys gave me the strength to stand up to everyone who tried to force my hand. I was in a really dark place, and this sub really helped me. I'll never forget this.<br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>SPEAKING UPDATE: I have a new update, sorry. But after everything that has happened, I thought I'd show the justice side of this story.<br><br>The kid who killed my son was charged with 2nd degree murder and will be placed in juvenile detention for 2 years. He won't be out until he is 21, and will be on parole until he dies. My lawyer has filed multiple lawsuits against his parents and the parents of the kids at the party where he got drunk. The lawsuits have been settled, and my wife and I will be receiving a sizable amount in money. We plan to donate $50,000 of that money to the USA baseball league, and we will be donating the rest out over time. We also plan to donate $50,000 to a good charity every year until we die.<br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>&#x200B;