There is no good time to break such news, but with conflicting emotions I must announce that ‘the watch’ has beeped it’s last beep. (I must warn you that there will be a number of clock/time references in this post.)
As many of you are aware, on March 10 the watch took an unscheduled swim in the pool resulting in into complete system failure. For the longest time the watch was in ICU being watched closely and treated for its many issues. At the time, I (sarcastically) put the call out to you all for your thoughts and prayers. The watch heard your thoughts and prayers but time was not on it’s side.
As the walrus said….”The time has come”
Considering the history of this classic timepiece (and I use the word classic in jest)….. found by my father abandoned on the streets of Aberfeldie, forced to undure long workshifts in greasy and bloody butcher shops where the hourly beep would remind the staff how many hours were left in their workday and being held at ransom by one demanding grand-daughter and forced to travel Europe, one would have expected that a little swim would have been just another story to tell. “Do you remember the time…..the watch nearly drowned” conversations at every subsequent family gathering.
I know that my devastated father is wishing he could turn back time. Time after time he’s berated himself for not taking the watch off before he jumped into the pool. He loved that bloody watch. The rest of the family hated it.
Is it coincidental that the death announcement is now……at Easter? Some of you, my dad included, may be hoping for a biblical ressurection for the watch. I can assure you, this will not be the case. For 1: it’s a watch. Once they’re dead they’re dead and 2: nobody comes back from the dead.
However, all is not lost for my dad. In response to being found abandoned and injured on the streets of Aberfeldie and needing ‘medical’ assistance, the watch registered as an organ donor and donated it’s band to another timepiece which now resides on my father’s wrist. Fortunately, this newer timepiece doesn’t beep every hour on the hour and ……isn’t bloody ugly.
So while ‘the watch’ may no longer adorn dad’s wrist, part of it still remains and will become the opening sentence of many a future conversation.
RIP ugly Casio watch. My dad will miss you. You have brought us many a laugh and eye-roll and now my brother and your grandsons won’t need to fight over who gets ‘the watch’ when you die.
(PS: None of them wanted it. It was always going to go to the grave with you. LOL!!)
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