Grandfather's Watch

There's something I love about character. When something or someone has a story to tell, I am drawn to its very essence, I am drawn to the shredded shoelaces and the rough hands. It is the character that makes material items special. Like my grandfather's 1990 Gucci wrist watch. When he passed away, my grandmother let my brother and two cousins pick from Joe's watches, sweaters, and signature plaid. My grandmother pulled me aside and took me into her room. She saved the black strap, gold faced watch for me. She knows how much I appreciate "old things." Half my jewelry box consists of Indian head coins, and lockets passed down from generation to generation. In fact, the jewelry box I am referring to I bought at an antique shop. I'm still waiting to hear its story.
My grandfather's watch means a lot to me. Thank you, Nana. Also, thank you for the gold bracelet that rests to the left of the watch. That bracelet is actually the watch link to my great grandfathers pocket watch and the bracelet next to that bracelet is my mother's first gift from my father. My left arm has very strong character.