My Dad, me and his watch

Its 29 years this month since my Dad died, he first felt unwell on Christmas Day 1981 and sadly died of pancreatic cancer on 28th January 1982.  On that day he went into theatre for an investigative operation and they found that he was riddled with cancer, they did not bring him round from the operation and the family i.e. my Mum and myself were called into the hospital.  We agreed that it was best to let him go and after my grandmother had been called to the hospital too we all sat with him and held his hand.  As sad as it was he had the people who loved him with him at the end and it was very peaceful, and thankfully he knew nothing of it, but hopefully he felt the love of us around him.  Anway the reason I wrote this is that recently on my "sorting out of stuff" mission I found my Dads watch and it still works after all this time.  So, today when I went to collect my prescription at the pharmacy I also called into an old fashioned jewellers and asked if they had a plain simple leather strap.  There and then they put it on and changed the buckle to silver to match the watch and commented what a lovely watch it was ....  from today I am going to wear the watch.  I have it on now and I think it looks lovely ..... strange though after all this time it evokes so many memories and I realise that I really do miss my Dad and I am so sorry that he was never able to see his grandchildren .... he would have been so proud.  It also makes me so mad that hubbys father can write so nasty a letter to his grandchild (see a previous post) when my dad would have given anything just to see his. 

Omg how spooky I just realised I havent changed the date on the watch, have you noticed the date????  Now thats made my eyes a bit teary after all these years!!