Recently a friend of mine had her father pass away unexpectedly. As someone who has experienced this myself I have the deepest sympathy for her and her family. It made me start to think about the people in my life that have passed on and how I choose to remember them.
Father tea cup
I personally have a very tactile memory, and for me it is objects that tie my memory to people and places. This tea cup belonged to my grandfather. I never remember him drinking his tea out of it (he always used a giant old mug with JOE written on it in big red letters) but I kept it none the less. I presume that he never drank his tea out of it because it was 'good crockery'.
It seems like the kind of thing that has the potential to be a bit of a 'family heirloom', and in any case it is a beautiful object.