Do you still mourn a possession you once broke, lost, sold or had stolen?

My 100-year old Edison Cylinder Phonograph, given to me by my mother 45 years ago and toted safely to and from countless residences all these years, unceremoniously and brutally bit the dust this morning. It slipped from my hand as I was walking down the stairs and wound up on the landing a heap of ancient wood shards and scattered screws—a monetary and especially sentimental loss beyond calculation. I’m sick about this self-inflicted little tragedy and am hoping for a bit of consolation by hearing other similar experiences.