My grandma used to give me just one old postcard for my birthday every year. I didn’t think much of it and would just roll my eyes. She passed away when I was 17. Twenty years later, when I was 37, I visited my old house and found a jar with all 17 of those postcards. I picked one up and was shocked — it wasn’t just any postcard. She had written a short poem about me, with special memories from that year and advice meant for the future me.
I realized those postcards were the best gift I could’ve ever received. If she had given me money or things, they would be gone by now. But her words? I’ll always have them. I brought them home and put them on my wall. Now, they’re one of my most special treasures. Thank you, Granny Elizabeth… I love you.
Story 1
My dad used to leave little notes in my lunch. After he died, I found one hidden deep in my old backpack that said, “You’ve got this. Love, Dad.” I cried like I had just lost him again.
Story 2
When I got sick in college, my brother drove six hours just to bring me my favorite soup. He didn’t stay long—just gave me the soup, made sure I was okay, and said, “Text me when you feel like yourself again.”
Story 3
After our parents got divorced, my little sister would crawl into my bed at night and whisper, “We’re still a team, right?” I’d always nod and hold her hand until she fell asleep.
Story 4
My grandma taught me how to sew. After she died, I found a quilt she had started for me with a note that said, “Finish this when you’re ready. I’ll be proud no matter what.” I haven’t finished it yet—but I will someday.
Story 5
One time, my 5-year-old son saw me crying and gently placed his stuffed lion in my lap. “He’s brave. He can help,” he said. That lion now sits on my desk—just in case I need him.