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It is so sad to see someone's life end and have all the material things that meant so much to them just discarded like trash. My mom's neighbor passed away last fall and her only son now is cleaning out her family home, which also was her husband's family home. All the little trinkets around the house meant something to her but to anyone else they are junk. The auctioneer doesn't even want to sell them. Everything will go to the Salvation Army. Everything that this lady had as possessions mean nothing to anyone. I can see that happening to my things. I don't have a lot of new things but they are my precious things. Things that mean a lot to me. My jewelry I had as a child, my cookbooks, my kids drawings, my pictures, my wedding veil, my china, my crystal, my diplomas, my bible, my grandmother's clock, my piano books, my love letters from Len, my great grandmother's rocking chair, my cedar chest, and I could go on and on. Maybe when you get old you lose sense of the deep value you have for these things. That would definitely make it easier to bear the thought of losing the things that mean so much to you and so little to anyone else.