This one made me tear up. My dad is definitely a hoarder, and I also have a hard time throwing things away. It really is hard for me when I know the history of something, if you have memories of ever cherishing it or using it or even seeing it every day as part of the clutter. I can't help but picture the day where I miss it. But the memories that I have of it, the memories that will come back up when I miss it, that's what matters, that's the part that gives it significance, and that's the part I carry with me. It's a profoundly different way of thinking about it.