I'm still not in a mental state where I feel I can touch the emotional core of whatever's going on in my head.
My mother had loaded me down with lots of my father's clothing and other accoutrements including his watch. I finally had to admit to her that the watch wasn't to my taste, though I would continue to keep it for the sentimental value. Unfortunately, I have to wear it regularly to keep it wound. Sigh.
I feel...odd, whenever I have items of his on. I can't quite grasp why.