I lost a few knives in a car accident four years ago. I broke my spine, facet fracture. Broken chest cartilage and ribs that haven't healed properly. Broken leg.
At least I am mobile, I try to think of that every time my back feels like someone is stabbing me. I had a pair of Timberland oxfords on, the clutch pedal was embedded in my steel toe. I didn't lose a foot.
I did lose a few blades, including my first Leatherman Wave. I thought I lost my GEC Beaver Tail 73. I thought I was going to lose other knives, but my father and uncles dug through the wreckage of my truck, getting my gear. Pounds of broken glass and metal covered, they had to cut the roof off.
Sitting in pain at the kitchen table, talking over email with Carl, telling him that I missed my knives I'd lost, but was glad I was alive, he told me don't cry over what can't cry for you.
I don't have a wife or kids, but I do have family and friends that would miss me, more than I miss those knives I've mostly forgotten about. My pups would miss me terribly if I had gone.
It is not something to mentally cast aside, your knife you've had since you were a kid. I was an idiot and sold my knives that I had when I was a kid, for a pittance, on fleaBay. Years ago. An old Schrade 7OT that was a gift from my neighbor, that I had accidentally broken the tip off of, and carried for years.
Hold fast to those memories, but remember that these are only beautiful tools.
Thank God we don't have a knife truck coming around, like at my fathers commercial park with the Maatco man.
Then I'd really cry over knives!