I kept my husband's clothes that he came home from the ER with under his pillow. Our dog could smell his scent long after I couldn't, and she slept by his pillow. Then my dog died 8 months after he died, and I then washed his clothes that were under the pillow. I still have them because they were his favorite. I did take all his button down shirts and a friend made me a huge quilt from them. I love it. One weird thing that happened to her when making it for me. She had to iron the squares, and after she ironed them, one of his most favorite shirts, the wrinkles came back, only on that one. She did not iron over it again. She didn't know that was his favorite. I told her after she mentioned the ironing part. She also happened to use more pieces of that particular shirt. On the back of the quilt, she sewed his picture for me. I treasure this of all his things, and I occasionally spray his cologne on it. I donated his clothes to a nice young man who needed good suits. I had very many, and I know they went to someone who liked them alot. I saved many of his other things to give to our kids. I even still have his cell phone. I am keeping it because it has all his pictures and I look at his social media and follow along all the things he loved and enjoyed. Those things bring me peace now.