The watch he bought when he first made something of his life. 1960 gold Omega automatic, tv dial, date. He wore it for nearly 50 years. I remember the day he took it off his wrist and handed it to me with a quiet smile. We knew he didn’t have much time left.
The personals I later found in his safe. His glasses, gold pen, gold business card holder, and gold cuff links from Harrods, in their original box. Along with his passport, a faded letter to him from my mother, dated 1978, and pictures of us. Since his Omega was stolen some years ago, I added to this picture the watch I would have given him, my Calatrava.
Another watch I think he would have loved.