my mom was super fussy about her things, and a perfectionist. i inherited her machine, and it is in perfect condition. imagine my delight, when i was going though my father's workshop, several years later when he passed, and found that he had his own sewing machine down there, so he could do a quick fix on his pants or shirt, without getting mom worked up about things being "perfect". so her singer has a partner, now-- a white that is solid metal, and like lifting a cement block when i move it. the machines are like the owners--hers, perfect, elegant, complex. his, heavy, earth-bound, simple, serviceable. (he was a machinist and tool and die maker/farm boy. she was elegant, a "numbers cruncher", and a perfectionist.)
your machine and memories will give you much joy to balance any sorrow you may feel. it is amazing to "feel" their lives when we own and use these machines with a history...