My car was my Aunty’s before she died 6 years ago. I was left with the car. I’ve always liked it, and it’s been helpful for work and things, but ultimately I’ve always thought “it’s just a car”. But then it was getting old, and we had to sell it, and it was really sad. It was less that I lost a piece of her (to be honest, I don’t think I ever went in the car with her while she was alive, so I don’t have strong memories tied to her), but it was a chapter of life ending, and just another reminder that she’s gone.