A red shoebox worn with the years was being passed amongst the family in a grandmother’s living room. The shoebox contained an assortment of small and seemingly irrelevant mementos from a grandfather’s life. The possessions of consequence were dealt with previously. These were just the knickknacks. A replica confederate bank note found at any Civil War park, a few pendents of the kind you see grandfathers wear on their hats, an assortment of Cross pens, etc. The shoebox had been reviewed by most of the family with little note taken of the remaining contents. Finally it made it’s way to a grandson who looked inside and noted a curious long red box with a gold rim. Digging it out, and not without enduring several stab wounds from the pendants missing their backs, he opened the box finding a silver watch. It was hefty and had a slight nick on the face. He looked around and asked the other family members if they had any desire for it and no one voiced any concern. Slipping it on his wrist it was a bit loose, sliding slightly up his forearm. Nonetheless, it fit in way that has nothing to do with size or comfort.
Thus I came into the possession of my grandfathers watch. Or rather one of them. My grandfather was a successful business man. He was a very hard working man. A man who had a penchant for nice things. He was a man that I knew from a distance. I grew up in a separate state but visited him at least once a summer where he would take us for boat rides and gator hunts (you might mistake this comment to insinuate something for which it was not intended. In general, my family does not resemble the Swamp People cast. These gator hunts were solely aimed at spotting the creatures in the wee hours of the morning). Interestingly enough I don’t recall my grandfather wearing this watch. He usually wore a cheap gold Timex with an elastic wristband.
My grandmother has warned me on more than one occasion about certain of my grandfather’s traits that I possess. I can be a workaholic. I do enjoy the nicer things in life.
I don’t wear this watch often. But from time to time I pull it out, on special occasions. Occasions where I might be enjoying or experiencing something of note, something my grandfather would have appreciated. I do not believe that those who have gone before us are some how surrounding us in psuedo-angelic support. However, when I wear it I do feel a bond with the past and it reminds me of two things: embrace this life while given the opportunity and know that we take nothing of this life with us in the end.