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[Elana]

Memorial to Three, his son, and Purple Tama's 31-generation legacy

In the spring of 2005, I brought home two Tamagotchi Connections: a pink one for me, and a purple one for my boyfriend. The purple one has gone by the fond name Purple Tama for over two years.

Luke cared tenderly for its first character. He named her Kim, and raised her into a charming Mametchi. She mated with Pink Tama's own Mametchi, and the legacy was born.

Purple Tama went with Luke to work every day, hidden in his desk drawer when he worked at Siemens Building Systems. He hated that job, but the Mametchi smiling up from his drawer kept up his spirits.

When Luke changed companies, he no longer needed Purple Tama's gentle support, so one baby woke up to the naming screen and was kept in stasis for many months. Eventually I reclaimed Purple Tama and brought it home with me.

In my fourth year of university, I made a new friend named Nicole. She met my two Tamagotchis and I saw in her eyes that she wanted to feel the pride and satisfaction of raising a tiny virtual pet. I offered to let her care for Purple Tama, and she excitedly agreed. Soon enough she was buying her own V2 - the Tama habit had caught on.

In spring of 2006, she went home to Hong Kong for summer holidays, and Purple Tama returned to my care, where it stayed for over a year.

Three was born on July 4, 2007. His parents were both Tarakotchis: his mother Nima, and his father Leopo. As an infant, he was raised by his father, until it was time for Leopo to let his son make a life for himself.

Three's life was somewhat troubled. His days were cyclical: the first half of the day, he was frequently hungry, ill, and neglected. I take full responsibility for this, with my poor sleeping habits. After 30 generations, I had become overconfident, feeling invincible. I thought I could use my Tamagotchis as tools, as incentives to wake up on time - and when it didn't work, I didn't pay attention to the possible consequences. But in the afternoons and evenings, I gave him the diligent care that I am accustomed to doing after two years. Due to this treatment, Three grew up into a Tarakotchi, like his parents - although I'm sure he felt no shame or embarrassment.

When Three turned seven, the Matchmaker visited him, bringing an adorable Memetchi for him. Three was thrilled with this match; technically, being with a Memetchi was marrying above his station. She gave birth to a baby boy on the evening of July 18, 2007.

Three and his son spent three nights, two days together. He was a tender father. Even through the difficult mornings, he was somehow happier and healthier with his son around.

On Saturday, July 21, 2007, I left for work a little bit too hastily. Two of my four active Tamagotchi were babies on the naming screen; of the two remaining, one came with me to work, and the other was Three. I swear I paused Purple Tama... but when things become too routine, too habitual, one can get hasty - and then, sloppy. Maybe it went to the clock screen. Maybe I didn't press A and B simultaneously enough for it to register. Maybe... Purple Tama's buttons were just getting too old.

I suddenly remember a conversation I had at work today, just before closing. I was talking with Lynda, Tommy and Roger about children who fall from apartment windows. Roger, who has a young daughter, said that it was due to neglect. Parents should be always watchful. They should check the screens of their windows all the time.
Lynda and I both said: you can't check everything all the time. It takes only moments for a child to get itself into trouble. They could have been perfect parents except for that one instant.

I wish I could follow my own advice. But isn't it poetic: parents should check their screens, all the time. I should have checked the screen before I left.

Who knows: maybe Three was beeping for the last time while we were having that conversation.

Tomorrow at 8:00 AM, Three's son would have been on his own for the first time.

Three is survived by his twin brother Tweny, a Tarakotchi, and his nephew, still unnamed.

Purple Tama: 2005-2007 31 Generations
Three: July 4, 2007-July 21, 2007

[TamaGirl107]

aww poor little guys . i remember 1 time i was on a plane and i forgot to pause her. i remembered 2 days later but it was 2 late... i know how u feel.

[ginjirotchi]

Elana I am lost for words..  I hope you are doing alright with all this.. After having that Tama around for such a long time, it must be devistating that s/hes gone.. I am so sorry for your loss.

[Chi]

Oh, my gosh.      I know there's nothing I can say, but I'm sure that Three forgives you, and that his son will revisit you in your next generation.  I'm terribly sorry.

[Elana]

Thank you everyone for your kind words.

[Mimitchi]

Elana, that's so heart breaking, I'm so sorry to hear about little three and his child. I'm sure he understood and knows you didn't mean for things to turn out like this. With so many generations of Tamagotchi before him, surely Three was told stories of his loving owner enough to know you weren't so unkind and that you meant no intentional harm.

I hope you are doing okay, I can imagine how you must be feeling right now *hugs*

[K-StateFry]

Sorry to hear this, Elana.
As others have said, I hope you're doing ok, and with that many generations, I hope you have alot of good memories.

[C0K0M0]

Who knows: maybe Three was beeping for the last time while we were having that conversation.

That made me wanna cry. ='(
I'm so sorry... It was such a tragedy when I took that nap and woke up to find Tamaki T1 and her first incarnation dead... t.t

Ryuta-something, the brain scientist guy thing who made the game Brain Age, said that routine is the brain's worst enemy...
How autism or schizophrenia fits into that I'm not exactly sure, but look who gets to pay the price for it. ='(


Hey, do you ever make tombstones for your Tamas?
I think it'd be a nice ((if a little strange)) gesture of love and loyalty to make a mini graveyard in your garden for them...

[Elana]

Hey, do you ever make tombstones for your Tamas?
I think it'd be a nice ((if a little strange)) gesture of love and loyalty to make a mini graveyard in your garden for them...

That's a good idea! Only I don't actually bury my Tamagotchi shells... I only say goodbye to the characters who lived within them. Also, I don't really have a garden, because I live in an apartment complex.

Since they were virtual creatures, they should get virtual tombstones. I think there are many Tamagotchi graveyards online, aren't there?

I hope this memorial was nice enough for them... maybe next time (hopefully not anytime soon) I can pick out a nice graphic to go along with the text memorial.

[C0K0M0]

Oh no I didn't mean bury them.. Just make little tombstones or plaques. Make a shoebox garden for them, heh.
But you made a good point.. Since they ARE digital, an internet graveyard would probably suit some people better..
I'll look for some. ^_^
.... Wait, isn't THIS forum one? o_o

This post here was VERY nice, tho. Lol, you could probably compile a BOOK if you wrote like this for each and every generation... A Book of the Dead.. Actually I think I'll do that. ^^
...
N'ah crap, I'm too lazy for that. >_<
Still, the idea's out there for the more ambitious to utilize. ^^