Some stories I want to write out so they aren't lost.
A week ago I lost Jim’s watch which I have worn since he died 6 years ago. Hopeful I could find it I looked everywhere in the house and in the car. I retraced my steps from the last time I saw it on my arm. First and last I launched prayers to St Anthony asking him to help me find it. No instant luck. I felt heartbroken.
I lost the watch on Sunday. Tuesday I was scheduled to travel to Cape May, New Jersey to perform Ready to Serve. With the watch missing, I was not as happy to go asI had been. But people were expecting me. I had to go.
Monday morning I took 3 old watches I had tossed into a box to the Clock Shop in near-by Kensington. The repairman was on duty. In minutes he put in new batteries and the watches were ticking away.
Even when I was out of town I kept looking and hoping the watch would turn up in the car or somewhere else. As soon as I returned home I started the search again.
Friday night my daughter Karen shouted MOM and ran upstairs holding out something to me.
I lost the watch on Sunday. Tuesday I was scheduled to travel to Cape May, New Jersey to perform Ready to Serve. With the watch missing, I was not as happy to go asI had been. But people were expecting me. I had to go.
Monday morning I took 3 old watches I had tossed into a box to the Clock Shop in near-by Kensington. The repairman was on duty. In minutes he put in new batteries and the watches were ticking away.
Even when I was out of town I kept looking and hoping the watch would turn up in the car or somewhere else. As soon as I returned home I started the search again.
Friday night my daughter Karen shouted MOM and ran upstairs holding out something to me.
“What? "
“ Dad’s watch, Mom. "
"Where? Where did you find it?"
"It was in the refrigerator - wrapped up with the extra bread. I was about to pitch it into the trash when the aluminum foil wrapping came loose and I saw a flash of gold...
Dad’s watch.”
She waved it as she walked over to hand it to me.
I remembered how slicing the bread had been difficult because the crust was hard. The watch must been shaken loose when I was slicing the loaf of bread. It fell into the package and went missing. Because of my long-sleeved sweat shirt I did not noice it was off -
Tears and laughter from the both of us.
What a find -
Since then - thinking about the "find" - I remembered the warm afternoon Jim and I visited the Tomb of Saint Anthony in Padua, Italy.
I still wear the St Anthony medal I purchased at the Cathedral that day.
We had a special reason for our visit to Padua.
Jim was born on June 13 - the Feast of St. Anthony and his mother named him James Anthony - - -
Today Jim's watch is comfortably back on my arm - a wonderful gift.
Thank you Saint Anthony.
"Where? Where did you find it?"
"It was in the refrigerator - wrapped up with the extra bread. I was about to pitch it into the trash when the aluminum foil wrapping came loose and I saw a flash of gold...
Dad’s watch.”
She waved it as she walked over to hand it to me.
I remembered how slicing the bread had been difficult because the crust was hard. The watch must been shaken loose when I was slicing the loaf of bread. It fell into the package and went missing. Because of my long-sleeved sweat shirt I did not noice it was off -
Tears and laughter from the both of us.
What a find -
Since then - thinking about the "find" - I remembered the warm afternoon Jim and I visited the Tomb of Saint Anthony in Padua, Italy.
I still wear the St Anthony medal I purchased at the Cathedral that day.
We had a special reason for our visit to Padua.
Jim was born on June 13 - the Feast of St. Anthony and his mother named him James Anthony - - -
Today Jim's watch is comfortably back on my arm - a wonderful gift.
Thank you Saint Anthony.
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