I lost my father in 2010 and my mother in 2015, and I will tell you that the regret you feel for getting rid of things, always pops up. You just can't look back, even if you have virtually unlimited storage options. I put all the "important" things of my father's (that I didn't want in the house yet) in a mini-storage unit. About 5 years ago, I lost the key . . . I still haven't replaced it, it hasn't mattered.When my father died back in July, we decided immediately to toss what we called the "FFC". That's Frasier's Father's Chair. Fortunately it was in his room and not a living room. And while it had no plastic cover it was a very worn(out) leather. We got a beautiful bowl, filled it with water from a nearby fall, then sprinkled the chair using a branch of Rosemary. I recited a Native American prayer known in this area. Afterward we put it in the SUV and drove it to the dump. I still felt guilty.
My spouse's parents had what I called a Jetson's Sofa that was still wrapped in plastic. That said, it had been in storage since he and I met. It was gorgeous mid-century ... medium blue ... and I was eager to have them give it to us. Sadly we discovered that critters had found it. The plastic didn't help. They entered from below.