Weird grief - parting with stuff linked to the person

[Whyismycatanasshat]

My DF died late last year. It was expected and there had been anticipatory grief.

I can’t really talk to anyone in RL about this. Those I have mentioned it to think I’m being ridiculous.

I pick up a new car next weekend, and am part exchanging my old car, which has started with costly mechanical issues.

However I am breaking my heart about getting rid of my old car because that’s the last car my DF was in with me.
The last car he knew I had.
And he liked my car - practical looks but sporty underneath - so I had his approval, not that that mattered then. The new one is practical but not sporty etc.

I feel like I’m losing another link to DF, who I am missing so very much at the moment as life hasn’t been easy in the last few weeks and his advice would have been very much appreciated.

Thanks for reading. I know there’s not really any answers.

The car has gone, I cried as I drove off my drive for the last time and then as I left the dealership. On linking my phone, my Dads face now appears on my contacts as he’s on my favourites list with a photo!

Definitely not weird. I used to have a mug that I really liked using for my first cup of tea in the morning - it was just the right size and shape. DH dropped it on a stone floor and it broke - he didn’t fess up until he’d managed to find one exactly the same shape and size but he was really apologetic that he couldn’t get the same design. That new mug became my absolute favourite mug and most mornings, dh would bring me a cup of tea in bed (he was one of those annoying people who leap out of bed as soon as they’re awake, whereas I like to have a slower transition into the morning). A few weeks after DH died suddenly and completely unexpectedly I dropped the mug and it shattered. I curled up in a ball on the floor and howled. With the mug gone, it felt like I was on a conveyor belt moving inexorably away from our life together and realising that over the next few weeks, months, years I’d experience more and more connections to him being severed,

For my last Christmas with her my mum bought me a cook book. I never use it now, but I can't bare to part with the book as it was a link closest to her death (which was nearly 13 years ago now).
And her handbag is still in the attic, the contents still there well, I've had the cash! .

Grief is a very hard price we pay for love.

I got it over silly things. Like when the washing up liquid or fabric conditioner from his house ran out- things he had used. But once they’re gone I am fine.