Today we went through some of the stuff in the shed looking for things to discard. We ran across a box with some of my old clothes in it. These clothes have been in the shed for sixteen years. It still made me sad remembering wearing them and now I'm tossing them. Larry asked if I felt bad. No. So his second question showed he understood I was sad about the clothes. I wasn't exactly, completely sad about the clothes. It's more like I'm not the person who wore those clothes anymore.