While mine went on many adventures on the wrist of the 14 year old boy I was, and bears a few scars as a result, my Dad's watch led a much quieter life. He wore it pretty often though. In fact, it turns out that it is the last watch he ever wore, because that's the one he had on his wrist when he got admitted to the hospital right before passing away 20 years ago. That's the reason why my Mom had kept it, until now.
Over the last weekend, I visited my mother in Monaco, where she still lives. And she decided to give me custody of a few timepieces she had kept for sentimental reasons. And among them was my Dad's Seiko, a two-tone 7A28-7020 I hadn't seen in ages. I popped a new battery in, and it is still working flawlessly. What's more, she still had the matching papers, so I found out that this day I remember so well was October 15, 1983.
Here's a picture of that beauty:
