It’s amazing, but understandable, how important a loving father’s watch is when bequeathed to his son. I say “loving father” because over the years I have received countless emails from recipients of their father’s watches, and they seem to fall into two broad categories. The first category is of those who express a heart-felt desire to restore and wear the watch, and the second, a heart-felt desire to know the value of the piece and how to be rid of it quickly.
It doesn’t take too much imagination to guess which beneficiaries had a relatively happy childhood or an enduring Father-Son bond as opposed to those who would rather forget the entire experience and move on. Fortunately, I receive more correspondence from the former than the latter, revealing touching and often uplifting stories that nourish the incorrigible sentimentalist in me.
One such story began with an email from Ari in August 2011. Rather than relate the story myself, I’d prefer to share this recent essay from the original correspondent.