Things (even "keep sakes") seem to be less and less important to me as I get older. I think it's the realization of mortality. None of the "stuff" i have hung onto has any meaning to the next generation, so it will probably be pitched upon my death. So, if I pitch it now or if it is destroyed, stolen, etc. I think I will deal with it just fine. I do have many items which remind me of family, but I also have my memories. So, "stuff" just doesn't hold the meaning it used to. I guess you could rightly say that I'm "letting go" of things - mentally if not physically. Looking back over the 6 years since our big move, we have gotten rid of (literally) tons of stuff I once thought we would keep for life. Trying to think if there is a "most precious" possession - I guess I am stumped. YMMV