My first car that I bought entirely by myself as a young adult was a 73 Convertible. I drove it, modified it, went through several different drive trains, and loved it. All of this happened over many years while the body slowly rotted away.
One day a rear leaf spring came up through the trunk floor and the rear torque boxes collapsed. I felt the same way as you do.
After much debate and agony I decided to part it out. I carefully removed, marked, and stored everything that I could. A few years later I found a really solid convertible body and "my car" came back to life.
Nearly 40 years later and several mustangs later I am still moving "my car's parts" into yet another Mustang. The console, Tach and guages, steering wheel, original am/fm, Nasa hood, power windows, intermittant wipers, locking rear pumpkin, padded a pillar trim, horns, all are from "my car".
In the 90's I was offered to much money for a 73 Convert that I was not planning on ever selling and sold it. The gentleman that made me the offer was a little confused as to why I wanted to swap out a few identical parts for identical parts but agreed to it. He got a nice car and I kept most of "my car's parts".
Septemeber 2013 - My sons and I just finished restoring and detailing the undercarrage of our "keeper" 73 Convertible project. It felt good to unbox the pumkin and put it in car with them helping.
Every box I open brings back memories that I naturally have to share with my boys - you can't get any better than that!
We have started detailing the 351C that will go in the car. We just unboxed the very odd cast valve covers that a young me found in a junk yard long ago. I still have not identified who made them but they are from "my car".
That junk yard had a dog named Pickup, Pickup would go with you when you walked through the cars but would growl at you if you tried to open a hood or a door - he was happy go lucky the rest of the time.......
(that a great story that I can stretch out for hours - can't wait till I can share it with the boys this weekend!)
Glad you were not hurt.
Paul of Mo