Time

I inherited a turn of the century grandmother clock from my mother.  It had belonged to my Italian nonna.  My grandmother clock is a tall wooden clock, but with shelves rather than a pendulum.

It is electric but has to be wound to start, and the hands have to be set from behind, like a watch.

The old clock stopped the day my mother died.  I haven't had the heart to reset it.

We've heard this before, about clocks stopping when the owner dies.

My mother-in-law also used a clock, in this case her wristwatch to communicate with me.

It was a beautiful wristwatch that we had given her, and I came to inherit it when she passed.

I wore it to visit my in-laws and forgot my regular watch.  I now feel like the universe planned it that way.  I had to wear the expensive watch all week.  My sister-in-law just had surgery and we were there to help out.  On the last night there she and her brother got into a heated spat.  I was upset, but decided not to interfere.

The next morning before we flew home, I noticed the watch had stopped working the night before.

Message delivered.  I spoke the words I had held back, and told my husband his mother was upset.  Her watch had stopped.  He apologized to his sister.

My mother in law's watch started working again, but I will take it for a new battery.

What is the connection we have to clocks? Is it emotional? Do they symbolize our time here on earth, and thus remain as a portkey or conduit to our spirit in the beyond?

Doing Time: The Circle of Infinity