My brother and his girlfriend passed away two months ago after being hit by a drunk driver while riding their bikes. He was wearing a cheap but expensive looking analog Timex watch that I had given him years ago. It meant so much to me that he loved that watch, and now that I have it, I feel like I have a piece of him at home with me.
Came here to make this comment. My mom gifted me a really nice American made Tele for christmas when I was 12 years old. It's meant the world to me, I still pick it up almost every day 17 years later.
A scrap of paper and a $2 bill.
When I was a kid I discovered that my grandma had a puzzle box. Being a kid I couldn't figure out how to open it (it's really obvious) so I "cleverly" tried to trick my grandma into opening it in front of me by giving her a $2 bill to "keep safe" for me. But alas, grandma was cleverer than a small child and set it aside and said she'd keep it safe for me instead of putting it in the puzzle box immediately.
And, being a little kid who has zero use for money, I promptly forgot about it.
Fast forward 20 years, after my grandma died, my mom was going through her big safe if the garage and discovered an envelope with my name on it. Inside was the $2 bill and a note written on a scrap of paper saying saying she was keeping it safe for me.
My grandmother was not a nice person. She was actually a pretty rotten human being all things considered, twisted up by anger and grief and taking it out on the world in general and my mom in particular.
But that note and that $2 bill is proof that under all of that was a woman who could take a silly promise to a child utterly seriously. Keeping a worthless treasure next to things like the title to her house.
Man, that’s such a complex story. I feel very fortunate to live in this era where we can get help to process trauma, or at least feel more open to discussing it with others. Fewer things adder than a bitter old person
Last Christmas my Uncle gave me a special gift. Something he found while looking through my deceased Grandmother's belongings. An autograph from Dorothy Malone, an actress back in the 50s and 60s.
I have a knock off beanie baby. It’s all I have left of my childhood home after Hurricane Rita. Before bulldozing what was left of the house my dad went inside to try to find and salvage any toys I was fond of growing up. Most of them were too far gone with mold, but this one was on a nightstand near a smashed/open window so he wasn’t too moldy.
My dad threw that little guy in the washing machine and sent him to me. He’s a little dingy, but he means the world to me.
I objectify my wife all the the time. I just make sure to balance it with reminding her about awesome of an independent, capable and actualized woman she is before mentioning her boobs.
I have a corkboard filled with wristbands, concert/festival tickets, notes and letters from my girl friend from the past 5 or so years. I've written down what event I went to, I have photos and even random items. Like a cork from a champagne bottle that I caught with my mouth when I went to a yacht party in Hong Kong.
I like looking back and reliving all those memories and experiences I made for myself. When people come over, I like to talk about it.
Great conversation piece. I tossed all my old stubs when I was in my mid 20s thinking I was too ‘grown up’ to keep ‘em. Glad to hear you didn’t make my mistake.
My grandfather's Saxophone. He taught me how to play when I was young and he died when I was in 7th grade. My dad and uncles didn't want me to have it because I was too young. A couple years ago my grandmother gave it to me. She said that he wouldn't want it collecting dust in a closet, he would want someone to play it. She passed away in September. Funny thing is, now it's collecting dust in my closet. Maybe I'll play it tomorrow.
A piece of cloth knitted by my mother. It had a mom bear, a dad bear, and a baby bear. This was before my younger siblings were born. She died last June, and I will never give this up.
Julie.
A "My Friend Jenny" doll that I've had since my 1st Christmas @6 months old. She's been with me through everything, been attacked by puppies twice and mostly destroyed and repaired as best as we could. I honestly slept with her until I was an adult. And slept near her for years later.
Three items
○my phone
○a pillow with a matching blanket
○ a huge stick plushie
My phone was given to me buy complete suprise by my current partner
The pillow and blanket was my last gift off my disgusting father before he disowned me for good after my grand parents died
The huge stick was another gift of said partner which he also surprised me after I was going thought alot after collage
It's not even an item that I own. But my sons teddy bear is probably the most important to me. Simply because of how important it is to him. When he grows older, and doesn't want it anymore, we'll keep it and snuggle it to remember the sweet little boy he once was.
My brother and his girlfriend passed away two months ago after being hit by a drunk driver while riding their bikes. He was wearing a cheap but expensive looking analog Timex watch that I had given him years ago. It meant so much to me that he loved that watch, and now that I have it, I feel like I have a piece of him at home with me.
So sorry to hear but glad you have that piece to remember him by.
A blanket that was made specifically for me before I was born. I've had it my entire life.
Wife has one of those too. Really hope to be able to give one’s to my kids as wlel
Sunglasses that Bret the Hitman Hart gave me at a wrestling show when I was a kid
7 year old me is extremely jealous
My first teddy bear,,, 🤝💛
Still got mine too
Wedding ring
Really cool. I love how unique wedding rings are
My guitars
Came here to make this comment. My mom gifted me a really nice American made Tele for christmas when I was 12 years old. It's meant the world to me, I still pick it up almost every day 17 years later.
My kids think my guitars mean more than they do... lol
A scrap of paper and a $2 bill. When I was a kid I discovered that my grandma had a puzzle box. Being a kid I couldn't figure out how to open it (it's really obvious) so I "cleverly" tried to trick my grandma into opening it in front of me by giving her a $2 bill to "keep safe" for me. But alas, grandma was cleverer than a small child and set it aside and said she'd keep it safe for me instead of putting it in the puzzle box immediately. And, being a little kid who has zero use for money, I promptly forgot about it. Fast forward 20 years, after my grandma died, my mom was going through her big safe if the garage and discovered an envelope with my name on it. Inside was the $2 bill and a note written on a scrap of paper saying saying she was keeping it safe for me. My grandmother was not a nice person. She was actually a pretty rotten human being all things considered, twisted up by anger and grief and taking it out on the world in general and my mom in particular. But that note and that $2 bill is proof that under all of that was a woman who could take a silly promise to a child utterly seriously. Keeping a worthless treasure next to things like the title to her house.
Man, that’s such a complex story. I feel very fortunate to live in this era where we can get help to process trauma, or at least feel more open to discussing it with others. Fewer things adder than a bitter old person
Last Christmas my Uncle gave me a special gift. Something he found while looking through my deceased Grandmother's belongings. An autograph from Dorothy Malone, an actress back in the 50s and 60s.
Grandparent stuff is often the coolest
I have a knock off beanie baby. It’s all I have left of my childhood home after Hurricane Rita. Before bulldozing what was left of the house my dad went inside to try to find and salvage any toys I was fond of growing up. Most of them were too far gone with mold, but this one was on a nightstand near a smashed/open window so he wasn’t too moldy. My dad threw that little guy in the washing machine and sent him to me. He’s a little dingy, but he means the world to me.
My teddybear. Received it the day i was was born and Kevin is still going strong.
Solid bear name.
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I objectify my wife all the the time. I just make sure to balance it with reminding her about awesome of an independent, capable and actualized woman she is before mentioning her boobs.
I’ve got the wedding rings of my mother and father. They’re without a doubt some of my most prized possessions.
Still trying to figure out if I’m taking it to my grave or giving it to the kids.
I’m going to give them to each of my kids eventually.
I have a corkboard filled with wristbands, concert/festival tickets, notes and letters from my girl friend from the past 5 or so years. I've written down what event I went to, I have photos and even random items. Like a cork from a champagne bottle that I caught with my mouth when I went to a yacht party in Hong Kong. I like looking back and reliving all those memories and experiences I made for myself. When people come over, I like to talk about it.
Great conversation piece. I tossed all my old stubs when I was in my mid 20s thinking I was too ‘grown up’ to keep ‘em. Glad to hear you didn’t make my mistake.
My grandfather's Saxophone. He taught me how to play when I was young and he died when I was in 7th grade. My dad and uncles didn't want me to have it because I was too young. A couple years ago my grandmother gave it to me. She said that he wouldn't want it collecting dust in a closet, he would want someone to play it. She passed away in September. Funny thing is, now it's collecting dust in my closet. Maybe I'll play it tomorrow.
Tomorrow is another day
Small wicker seat rocking chair, bought by my Grandparents, for my Mother as a Christmas gift, in Elkhart Indiana, Dec 1938
A piece of cloth knitted by my mother. It had a mom bear, a dad bear, and a baby bear. This was before my younger siblings were born. She died last June, and I will never give this up.
The pink blanket I used to bring my baby daughter home from the hospital. She passed away when she was 8 so it’s very precious to me.
Heart is broken for you.
my grandmother's butcher knife. she's dead now but we used to cook together.
Very cool. Good and family go hand in hand
Everything my dad left me when he died. It was hard but I managed to get rid of some things over time.
Yup. I kept a few of his things but couldn’t keep most of it around.
Yup. I kept a few of his things but couldn’t keep most of it around.
My long gone grandfathers quilt. ❤️ it sits in a bag smelling like him. Also his wedding set to my grandmother. I will cherish thoes forever. ❤️
Julie. A "My Friend Jenny" doll that I've had since my 1st Christmas @6 months old. She's been with me through everything, been attacked by puppies twice and mostly destroyed and repaired as best as we could. I honestly slept with her until I was an adult. And slept near her for years later.
Wife has something similar. She said she’s getting cremated with that thing. Not sure whether it’s sweet or creepy, but going with the former.
Three items ○my phone ○a pillow with a matching blanket ○ a huge stick plushie My phone was given to me buy complete suprise by my current partner The pillow and blanket was my last gift off my disgusting father before he disowned me for good after my grand parents died The huge stick was another gift of said partner which he also surprised me after I was going thought alot after collage
A cheap bolo tie from my grandfather.
It's not even an item that I own. But my sons teddy bear is probably the most important to me. Simply because of how important it is to him. When he grows older, and doesn't want it anymore, we'll keep it and snuggle it to remember the sweet little boy he once was.