I don’t know I want to document this, but I do. My clock died. My dream machine to be exact. I know it is just a clock. But, in a strange way, I feel sad saying goodbye to this clock.
This clock I have had as long as I can remember. I am not talking about before marriage….I am talking about before high school. I think it was the first clock that I ever had wake me up in the morning…like ever. My entire life, from elementary school, to high school, to college, and all the way through 12 years of marriage…this clock has been by my side, by my sleeping head, waking me up whenever needed, steady and true. I can’t think of anything that I have had in my life as long as this clock. And that is just crazy. So I feel like I have have to say a goodbye Mr. Clock. Mr. Clock, you will not really be missed….as I am really looking forward to a new, updated, this decade clock….but I do want to thank you for all the years you have given me. You were good to me. May you rest in peace.