I stopped by an estate sale this morning after graduation, but they always make me sad.

Today, a friend from way back happened to be there. She had known the people who’d lived there basically all her life, since she grew up and still lives up the street.

She told me the man was 97 when he died, always cheerful and still looking 50, not a wrinkle in sight.

And he’d outlived his wife by a long time.

Yet here are her handbags. And there are her sweaters. And her earrings. And watches. And shoes.

Everything priced to sell: silver and silver-plated serving bowls, trays, and utensils; plates and cups; books.

And all these strangers rummaging through it all…

It’s a testament to what’s really important in this life. And it’s not what you can’t take with you.