Note before reading - I have gone off on tangents, as I am wont to do.
My cutting my sister out of my life has to do with her actions right before and after our mother's death. The sheer number of blatant, hateful betrayals of my sister towards me are the reason for doing so. This has nothing to with my mother's estate. I had told my mother over a decade earlier that I would not participate in any arguments over her estate, and to make sure I would give my sister and brother first choice of all of my mother's possessions. I kept that promise, of course, because I meant it.
Most personal possessions don't mean a lot to me, compared to what they mean to my sister. My beloved belongings are a sugar bowl, a tiny knick-knack of a white terrier on wheels, a blue pitcher that was always used as a vase, some framed, numbered prints of paintings by New England artists, some books, and an old, faded red Orvis long sleeved t-shirt from a long time ago, my computer, and my Kindles and Kobo ereaders. I acquired these things myself -- only the terrier and the pitcher were my mother's. Oddly enough, I no longer have anything on the list except the t-shirt and the electronics, due to circumstances that were not engineered by me.
My philosophy of possessions is never love or need more stuff than can fit into my car. Mostly, possessions are replaceable, and I may like them, but have no strong emotional ties to them. I am the opposite of a hoarder.
My most important "possession" was my dog. He wasn't a possession to me, he was my best friend. Now that loss I grieve over, while at the same time thankful for having had 14 years with him as my best friend.
Sooner or later, a lot of people think I am weird. I've always taken it as a compliment, so if you think so, thank you! I still recall my first experience of a large group of people thinking I am weird. It was when I raised my hand and politely pointed out to my 5th grade teacher and class that people are animals too. The uproar that resulted surprised me, but I didn't care. All the ways I am considered weird are comfortable to me, which is why I take it as a compliment. Don't think, hey she's neurodivergent, because I'm not. I just be myself and don't pretend to be something I'm not.