Unbeknownst to me, when my mom's dad died, she found his pocket watch, which originally belonged to his father in-law. She was going to give it to me, but passed away before she could. However, before she passed, she told my sisters her plans. So, and again, unbeknownst to me, my sisters had the watch restored and gave it to me the year after my mom passed. Ever since then, I've worn it to all weddings, funerals, graduations, birthdays, and any other major event in our family. I always give it an affectionate rub and think of all the milestones it has witnessed in our hands. It's probably the one material thing that means the most to me, if I'd have to rate them.