I read something the other day that everything you own will someday be owned by someone else. I like to think I'm going to be able to pass my prized possessions to my children and grandchild and friends. But I discovered when I began to deal with my mother's things after her death in 2015 that there may be no room or desire for someone else's prized possessions. They just become things. So we gave my mom's furniture away, and was so disappointed when the new owners didn't seem to treat the things we had given away with care or respect. They were just things to them. Unwanted stuff.
"One man's junk is another man's treasure", so the saying goes. I wonder if we won't end up with more junk than treasure.
Bailey's Harbor, Wisconsin.