I burst into tears. "I don't want to get rid of it; it was my Aunt Erma's!! She backed off and began to console me, saying "It's okay, you don't have to get rid of it."
I didn't tell her this then, but on reflection, I remembered going to visit my Aunt Erma and Uncle Joe in Ohio. Her home was, like my mother's, full of antiques. Some were family pieces and some were thrift shop additions or bought at yard sales. She began a new hobby when she was in her 50's and tole painting took over her life for a while. I have numerous pieces that she painted and I wouldn't take a fortune for them!! When we went there to visit (every summer) I would take stock of what was there and decide what I wanted to have as my own. Aunt Erma and Uncle Joe never had kids and I was like a daughter to her. I loved her like a mother; and I coveted her things. She had beautiful taste.
When she got old and sick, she began to give things away and I was a main beneficiary. One piece I had always loved was a ceramic vase; hand painted and very beautiful to my eyes.
Such is my dilemma, since I have way too many of these "things" that bring back good memories of my family and the love I received as a child. I was and have remained so fortunate, and I like being reminded of it. Is that wrong?