As a counter point: My grandfather was a carpenter too, and my family was somewhat poor, so the save everything mentality was often in play, and straddled the line between sentimentality and fiscal responsibility. I loved (and love those still alive) my family, and cherish all memories I have, but the _stuff_ I feel is more of a burden. It was genuinely hard getting rid of stuff because it was so ingrained that they had to mean something to me because of their legacy, but it was just crap that I had no use of or liked.

Once I managed to disconnect the stuff from the people/memories, I felt a huge relief just decluttering. I have maybe a book or a note from people, and of course photos, but I have procured only furniture/cuttlery/paintings/etc that I like, not those I inherited "just because". And I'd gladly see my children just chuck everything I don't have time to get rid of before I die, and hope that they remember me fondly as a person, not as someone dumping a houseful of emotional and literal baggage on them.

I'm likely projecting, and am sorry/happy if this is not your situation, but I identified up to a point and wanted to suggest to people like me that decluttering/chucking out old junk can be very relieving.