So odd how not even a few hours ago my wife went through my closet and made me throw away old clothes. I had this jacket I’ve worn over 10 years that to me still looked nice, but she insisted it looked worn. The jacket had sentimental value to just from all the places I wore it and the memories I had with it. This wasn’t the first time she made me part with an item dear to me. I had a Hollister t-shirt I wore as a teen - the same one the day we met. Some 18 years later the shirt was still in my closet, ripped and washed out, practically a rag but it had so much sentimental value that I thought about keeping it forever. Nope, she insisted it be gone. This article made me think about my shirt and my jacket. I know they are just items but I’m not sure if I’ll ever get over losing them.