jeltel Do what you are ready to do and don't let anyone else rush you.
I found that at first I didn't want to lose anything which he had worn, or used, it was all so full of memories and it felt as though I would be dismissing him from my life.
Then a bit later I went through his clothes, throwing out what had no connotations for me. I gave away some good suits and a good overcoat to family members who were the same size and shape. That thinned it down.
When an appeal went out recently for men's clothes for refugees, I went through them again and kept back only a few things that I particularly liked to see him in. I found a stash of new underwear that had been bought just as he fell ill and was completely unused, that went to the refugees too. I felt that there was a specific need for these things, and I wasn't just sending them to a charity shop to be picked over.
At the moment (more than four years after his death) I am going through everything in his DIY workshop (the other thing which defines him to me). Some tools have already gone to family, but there are others. I can use some myself, but there are things like a heavy-duty drill and an angle-cutter which I never even liked to know that he was using, so I am not likely to be using those, plus there are enough nails, screws, and so on to equip a carpenter's shop.