Dec. 22nd, 2009

hero_farmboy: (mulling things over)
My dad's watch kind of fits all three. It's old because he had it as long as I can remember, given to him by my mom on one of their anniversaries. It's new because it wasn't mine to start with, so it was an addition to my wardrobe. And it's borrowed because he didn't exactly give it to me, not that I think he minds in the least that I have it.

It's not even that fancy a watch. The band is a generic black leather. The face is square and silver, the numbers gold on a marbled white background. The back is scratched and worn, but the engraving is still legible: “To JK, The love of my life. MK.” The batteries never last long and the only reason the leather hasn't worn through is because I save it for special occasions.

It's one of my most prized possessions and I almost let it go. Stubbornness will do that to you, sometimes, especially when it's combined with grief. I don't know if I'd actually miss it if Lana never found it, or if I'd have gotten over it. Part of me thinks I would, the other part isn't so sure. It's not like it's the only thing I have left of my dad's, but somehow, it seems all that more important.

I guess I'm just glad I didn't have to find out.
Page generated Jul. 27th, 2025 09:39 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios