They have all disappeared, by theft, accident, or mere passage into a new age of time.
I viewed each with regret, lusting to recover the lost, until it all hit me at once. It's a fresh start. I get to completely start over, retaining only that which is most important and building from there. It's a chance to break a pattern of holding on to the unnecessary and digging down to the barest roots.
I'm pretty lucky.