Even in life’s most delicate and uncertain moments, the universe has a way of reminding us that beauty still lingers.
I lost my dad suddenly when I was just 10 years old. The last gift he gave me was a singing teddy bear. I kept it close but never turned it on—I was afraid that hearing it sing would only remind me of the pain of his absence.
Twenty years later, when my son turned seven, I decided to pass the teddy bear down to him. He loved knowing it was a gift from his grandpa, but after all those years, the bear no longer sang—the batteries had long since died. We needed to replace them to bring it back to life.
As I opened the battery compartment, my entire body froze.
Tucked beside the battery box was something I never expected—a small cassette tape. My heart pounded as I held it in my hands. How had this been here, hidden, for 20 years?
I rushed to find a tape recorder and pressed play. The moment my dad’s voice filled the room, chills ran down my spine.
He was reading my favorite childhood stories, reminiscing about our happiest moments, and—most incredibly—offering words of wisdom for my future self.
At the end of the tape, he said something that made my tears fall even harder.
Since he knew he wouldn’t be around to meet my children, he wanted me to pass the cassette on to them—so they could hear his voice, so they could “meet” their granddad.
And that’s exactly what I did.
Now, this cassette is my most cherished possession, and my son loves listening to it too. Even my mom had no idea it was there. I still can’t believe we never knew about it.
It feels like my dad found a way to reach us, even after all these years.