Connections
Every time I look at my wristwatch I think of my father. He wasn’t obsessed with time although he hated to be late for anything. He didn’t own a Rolex or an Omega. It was a Citizens Eco Drive. I remember going to visit Dad in Erie when he lived at The Regency. He had a one bedroom apartment so I would sleep on the couch in the living room. Dad would put his watch in the kitchen under the light to charge it up overnight. He insisted that I keep the light on but when he went to bed I turned it off. I couldn’t sleep with that kitchen light shining in my face. After Dad passed, my sisters and I divided up the small things that were left in the apartment and I took the watch. We all have things in our household that we use or display that are constant reminders of loved ones from the past. I’m not talking about photographs (I addressed iconic photos in a previous post) but everyday items like a kitchen tool or dish, a piece of furniture, a piece of art, or perhaps a