Do you find the older you get, the more you let go of 'stuff'? My dad struggled a bit with it - he knew philosophically and intellectually that he couldn't take it with him - perhaps it just bugged him he wouldn't get to use it as he'd hoped. He hadn't planned to die so soon, I suppose. I have sentiment, for sure, but most of the time I couldn't give two hoots - no pockets in a shroud, as they say. Still, it's nice to enjoy it when you're here.