The carvings my now dementia addled stepfather created.

Irreplaceable.

My dad's army jacket, never fit me, he was thin and fit and 5'10, I am 6' 1" and weigh 250 lbs, he had size 10 shoes I have size 14, but will never get rid of it.

I work as a sorter in a recycling sorting plant. There are lots of people out there tossing their unwanted pieces of clothing in their recycling bins. Even though they're not supposed to. So we often see some clothes passing by on our conveyor lines.
Our bosses ask us to throw all the clothes we find in the garbage. They tried to have them picked up and offered them to some charity groups, but nobody wanted them. Too stinky, all soaked up with garbage juice. Too many people throw their garbage in their recycling bins as well.
My colleagues and I, we do manage to sneak out some stuff for ourselves. Since the place where I work is not exactly a fashion show, most of what I wear at work, I picked it up on my line.

My dad was in the Canadian Armed Forces back in 1956 till 1960,,, I still have parts of his uniform! And many of the pictures he took while being the only photographer in the base. Great memories.

Beautiful photos. Even the backgrounds are nice.

a good pair of long johns are hard to part with, or a favorite hat.

You might keep in mind that some clothes can be donated, that go to recycling places that remake the material into great moving blankets!

I feel the same with shoes, the worn comfortable ones! I can’t donate them to be recycled into anything I believe!

Keep on hiking...one day you want be able to go the long routes, but they remain in your heart!

I still have my husband's wool lined Levi jacket and wear it occasionally. The cuffs are ragged but there's not any way I could throw it away.

Can't think of anything I'm particularly sentimental about.
It's just stuff.

Nothing. I am a long-time minimalist. Sentiments are in my head, not things.