Proof The Bible Is True

The ivory face of the gold watch stared up at me from my dresser. A vintage Omega Seamaster, the bracelet scratched and crystal scuffed with age. My grandparents had given it to Dad back in the sixties, before he joined the Navy.

 

I’d never seen him without it on his wrist, until the day the mainspring seized up and it stopped ticking. He never got around to repairing it. I wished he could see me wearing it tomorrow on my wedding day. But like the watch, he’d run out of time.

 

Buttoning up my shirt sleeves for the rehearsal dinner, I thought of the last real conversation I’d had with him. Bedridden at the hospital, near the end of his battle with pancreatic cancer, all Dad could talk about was the wedding.

 

He couldn’t wait to dress up; it’d be his first time wearing a tuxedo. “I’ll be there when you get married,” he said. “Some way, somehow. I promise.”

 

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