The once strong and independent man now so weak and vulnerable, could not speak or blink, or even close his eyes or mouth. I knew that's what I just did, I put his hand on my belly and he raised his eyebrows to show he knows. It was heartbreaking to know now that he somehow knew he wouldn't be there to see him be born. At 8pm on that dark and cold December night he took his last breath. In late January 2014, my mom and I were cleaning her house when we came across dad's closet. It was terrible. It was cluttered with all her treasures and clothes piled from wall to wall. In the midst of all that stuff we found two shoe boxes full of baseball cards and a note that said, “Honey, I want my grandson to have these cards. I don't care what you do with them, as long as he knows I left them for him. I love you dad!” It was heartbreaking, my dad has never been one to think about the future, apparently he did in this case. My son, now three, has started an amazing collection of baseball cards. This is a treasure that I will keep with me forever, my son will soon no longer have any interest in them, but they have impacted my life in a way that no one will ever understand. I know from experience that you will never know the value of a tangible object until that thing is given to you by a loved one who is not here