I like to watch America Antique Road Shows. I visit antique malls where I buy toys, stamps, books, masks, generations pictures and other stuff. One day, I went to an estate sale of a woman who had died in her early 50s, Her home was filled with evidence of useful and interesting life. Everything was sold including her bed and her travel dairies, Each item she once loved was being sought by someone else. These would become someone else's memories. It was sad, but I also see beauty in this cycle from someone who had passed away to a new person who will covet and transform new memory.