My Dad died and left me quite a few tools, having been a dealership mechanic (before their status was upgraded to technician) in his younger days, as well as an avid DIY'er. The most treasured memory, albeit a sad one, was the Hilti TM7 hammer drill I bought him as a Christmas gift in the 70's. IIRC, I paid about $175 for it, which was a pretty penny back then. Having tackled many masonry projects without one, he was absolutely tickled. It was probably his most treasured tool ever. It must have been the only one in existence among his friends, family and neighbors, 'cause it was constantly being lent out.
A few days before he passed in 1994, he gave me strict orders to stop at his house on the way home from the hospital that same night, pick up the Hilti, take it home and "don't tell nobody you have it".
A few months after he passed, I was installing some wire shelving in the basement and needed to drill a few anchor holes. Midway through the second hole, the Hilti motor started smoking and quit running. I opened it up and found the field windings were all burnt. Considering how infrequently he used it, especially in comparison to all the use from borrowers, I actually teared up a little.
I went out and bought a new Dewalt to finish the job.
25 years later it's still in the original shopworn metal case, still inoperable, but I can't bear to part with it.
Someday, upon my passing, my kids will find it in the basement and wonder why in the hell Dad kept some old broken power tool. I can only hope that one day, one of my current possessions will have the same sentimental value to one of my kids as my Dad's Hilti had to me.
Bill