Great story.
Our parents' pens, along with their vinyls, are indeed prized possessions.
I have my dad's Mont Blanc. It's an unusual pen as it's a full steel body, and as it was sold in the Middle East, not to offend the locals, it's Star of David like insignia was replaced by a white triangle. I used to think that it was a fake, later did my research to find out about the unusual insignia.
I used to write with it often, but after a drop from my hand, I have kept it away safely.
Another of his pen that I occasionally use is called Youth. It's a Chinese knock off of a Parker 51. Meh.
My mom's Pilot E95 sees occasional usage. It's got a very feminine pearl lacquer finish. Has to be handled carefully.
My most precious possession is my Grandfather's Pilot. He was blind for last 5 years of his life. He had no use of it. But nobody got rid of it. And now, more than 50 yeats after he passed away, when I hold it in my hand, instead of ink, what flows is 3 generations of blood that firmly believes that teaching is the true essence of education.
One day, my son who is studying to be a lawyer and wants to teach in law college after PhD, will inherit them. But I don't know if people will still write with their hands, by then.