Sunday, June 21, 2015
The Pocket Watch
My grandfather gave me that pocket watch when I was 12 or 13 years old. I have kept it mostly put up since then, only getting it out a couple of times a year just to wind it up and then I return it to its home. But, I see it every day, and when I see it, I think about him. Maybe he thought about that when he gave it to me. I like to think he did, anyway.
No one has ever wound that pocket watch up but me. Someday, I will pass it on to my kids and tell them it is a gift from their old great granddad. He will smile that day. Yes, he will smile.
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