The basement can be a scary place

I went to the basement to get Christmas stuff (lights, decorations, etc), and I started seeing all the stuff from the old house.  You just can't stop yourself from saying:  "Look at this, why is this unbroken when my son was taken?", "Why is this just scratched when my daughter is so injured?".  It's paralyzing.  There are no answers to "why", and ultimately the question is useless.  What value are these things?  All of this I would give away to have my daughter speak, or my son to throw me a ball.