I read a post about a member who lost his father and wound up with his dad’s watch. He restored the watch to working order and now has a functioning daily reminder of his father. Part of my interest and appreciation for watches came from my father. He always wore a watch and always beat the snot out of them, so never spent much money on them.
Over the years our relationship had its share of ups and downs, the downs assisted by an actual wicked stepmother. He and I never discussed my fascination with watches and when he died his wife wouldn’t allow my sisters or me anywhere near his effects. Blessedly, in a moment of weakness I suppose, she asked me to place his nicest watch on his wrist before his funeral services. After years of doing her best to keep us apart she unwittingly gave me a wonderful last memory of my Dad and me. Funny how something as small as a watch can have such a big impact.
I imagine there are other folks who could share some stories of their own about the sentimental attachments we make with watches and the people that own (or owned) them.