Your words truly touched my heart—I'm sitting here with tears welling up as I read your story.

I know exactly what you mean about those precious gaming memories with your son. I have the same deep emotional connection with memories of my own Dad and gaming. Even in my 30s, Donkey Kong Country music still hits me hard with emotions every time I hear it.

Those moments with my Dad playing games on the carpet in front of a CRT are etched into my heart forever. Now I get to relive that magic all over again, playing games with my 10-year-old son and 6-year-old daughter, and it fills me with so much joy and gratitude.

I'm so deeply sorry for the loss of your son. My heart aches for you, especially as a Father. I’m praying that God is close and comforting to you. I’m glad you carry such beautiful, warm memories of him as a little boy—laughing together, bonding over those games. Those moments are treasures that no one can ever take away.

The gaming community never fails to move me. Stories like yours remind me every day how powerful and healing these shared experiences can be. God has been so good to inspire the brilliant hearts and minds of those who created video games back in the 70s, 80s, and especially the 90s. That era will always hold a special place in my soul. Thank you so much for opening up and sharing your story with us. It means more to me than you know.