Time

A collector of clocks. Just one more of my dad's many collections. I remember many times wondering how a person could keep so many clocks so carefully timed, and tuned, and running in a fashion that would enable them to all read the same time from room to room to room. But, he could make that happen. Each clock, from the one he learned to tell time on, to the time piece of his father, to the watch on his wrist ... all were faithfully ticking away the minutes serving reliable to he who maintained them with tender and gentle hands.

Today, as I look at them I can see how these clocks could be so very important to him - because now they are so very precious to me.

Like a clock, my dad was always reliable and there. Like a clock, his smiling face and working hands could always guide me throughout the day. Like a clock, my dad would spend his moments knowing that each one that passed moved closer to a new hour of a new day. Like a clock, my dad spent every ticking minute faithful to those who relied on him. Like a clock, my dad knew that life is not about how many minutes are within a day or a lifetime but about how you spend those minutes building the memories of your timeline.

Today as I look at these clocks they remind me not to take the minutes of each day for granted. They remind me that for each hour I see pass means time that I cannot replace. They remind me that each hour of every day gives me opportunities to enjoy the people that I have in my life. They also remind me that life is not a guarantee but a chance to make every minute worthwhile. Just like I believe they reminded him.

Today, I realized that "time" has a much greater value that identifying a single moment in a day and that clocks are just there to help tell the story ....

Happy Fathers Day Dad - your memory lives in these clocks forever.

- Susan