|"And here is your watch..."|
There is an opposite and perhaps less common practice of retiring a watch to memorialize an important event. Not including the odd watch breaking, I have retired three watches in my life... and all were because of a death of someone close to me.
The first two happened when I lost both my beloved pet Boston Terriers, Winston Napoleon and Buddy Luv. Their deaths happened several years apart, and I took each of those events hard. Both died in my arms and for some reason, I stopped the watches that I was wearing. It was as if I wanted to stop time and go back just a few minutes before my friends left me. Maybe it was a way to tell myself to "never forget this moment" and sear it into my memory banks. Those watches ended up on their urns.... In what I like to think of as my canine shrine.
|The final resting place of Buddy Luv and Winston Napoleon|
|I was wearing a Swiss Army Basecamp Chronograph|
|A dark talkative visitor|
|One of my Dad's notes to me...|
I decided that retiring this watch is not what he would have wanted me to do so instead it became a commemorative watch of the moment Charles Hughes, Jr. passed into the spirit world. It was with me as the only witness of the crow during that brief sliver in time/space.
I will never get rid of it because it has become more than just a watch to me... And you cannot put a dollar value on that. Wearing it always makes me smile.