The old grandfather clock

Today, my 86 year-old grandfather moved house. He brought all the things from his old apartment, whether useful or not he doesn't care. All I can feel is how much he loves and treasures his belongings. My parents and uncles were busy scolding my grandfather for keeping the dusty ornaments. They had them all thrown away. After I cleared some parts of his furniture, I went outside. I saw the old grandfather clock that I use to gaze at when I was young. It's broken, and now it's gone. I'm sad. I think no one knows how my grandfather feels, but I think I know.