Though I don't have a clock that chimes, I will always associate those types of clocks with my grandfather.

My grandfather had a clock that chimed the hour. He died when I was 12 years old and that clock found a new home with my mother, my siblings and me.

Years later, at some point, that clock stopped chimming, and then it stopped telling time. But because it was a fond reminder of my grandfather, my mother didn't throw it away.

I'm told that my grandfather's clock is still packed away along with other treasured momentos from my mother's past.

Part of that past is mine-and to this day I treasure it.


Azizi