Since before I was born (a little over 40 years ago), a beautiful loveseat rocker has been a part of our family. It's only furniture - but whenever I sat in it, I knew I was "home". It's a sign of the times, I suppose. It's still in good shape, but it's beginning to show it's age. It still had all original parts - wood, upholstery, everything. The wood base will soon need replacing as the wood is splitting and the upholstery needs to be redone. It held everything from my mom as she nursed an infant me to the German Shepherd dog who decided it was the most comfy bed in the house.
Tonight it found a new home. Knowing I didn't have intellectual, finanical or time resources this old chair was soon going to require, I gave it to a lady from my church. What's really neat is that she and I really hit it off from the very first meeting (she first came to look at it several weeks ago and I've been holding it while she found help to get it transported to her house). She said I could come over and sit on it any time I felt nostalgic :-)