Stopping Time
11 August, 2002
This is the first anniversary of my dad’s death. I’ve decided to stop wearing my Dad’s watch. When he made 25 years at IBM, they gave him a lovely watch. He was so proud of that watch. It’s one of those self-winding ones – as long it’s moving, it keeps running. I couldn’t bear to have it stop running – so I’ve been wearing it ever since.
But, it’s a huge, clunky watch – obviously meant for a man’s wrist. It’s constantly hitting things and I’m afraid of scratching it up too much. Plus, the band pops open fairly easily (I asked a jeweler, he said that’s how it’s supposed to be). On a man’s hand, it might not slip off when popped open, but it does on mine – I’ve often caught it half-way down to the floor. It’s worth so much (emotionally and monetarily) that I don’t want anything bad to happen to it. It’s time to take it off…and let it stop ticking.