When I was 10 years old, I suddenly lost my dad. His last gift was a singing teddy bear, which I cherished. Twenty years later, when my son turned seven, I decided to pass the bear on to him.
To make it sing again, we needed to replace the batteries. When I opened the compartment, I froze in shock—inside, tucked next to the battery box, was a small cassette. I couldn’t believe I was discovering this now, two decades after my dad’s passing.
I found a recorder and played the cassette. Chills ran down my spine as I heard my dad’s voice. He was reading my favorite childhood stories, sharing funny memories, and offering words of advice for my future self. At the end, he explained that since he wouldn’t get the chance to meet my children, he wanted me to pass the cassette to them so they could “meet” their granddad.
That’s exactly what I did. The cassette has become my most treasured possession, and my son cherishes it too. It’s incredible that we never knew it was there—not even my mom had any ide
Nothing more precious than the memories we keep, especially those which are solid (pictures, recordings). Both of my parents plus 2 older sisters are gone and others who were close to our family. I am grateful for pictures, which I keep close; I speak to them any time I am so inclined. I also keep pictures of the 3 dogs I had and I speak to them often. Best wishes to you and your family. May you have many blessed years together, share many things now and many which can be kept for the awesome years into the future. Share and spread love everywhere you go.