Since my dad died I have kept a few of his things, some larger and some smaller. Over time I have been able to get rid of some of those things, a little at a time. We no longer use his old end tables or coffee table, they're sitting in my garage. We sold his breakfast nook last year when we got a new dining room table and took our small table and placed it in the kitchen. And yesterday we sold my dad's tanning booth. He bought it shortly before he passed away and I inherited it in the end. I haven't used it much the last few years and we really needed the room it was in for Aiden. I didn't mind the thought of selling it. I mean, it's just a piece of equipment right? It's not my dad, just a machine he purchased. But it feels like my dad. It feels like one more small piece of him that's slipping away. The longer he's gone, the more I've lost and the farther away he seems. I didn't realize this piece would hurt so much but it does. One more piece.