I called Dad at the shop immediately to tell him the news, but the phone just rang over and over again with no answer. He finally showed up a half hour after she’d already passed. When he arrived, he was holding Mom’s wristwatch in his hands. He hadn’t been able to get it going again. And while Mom’s lifeless body lay there before us, I cursed him. “What were you thinking? Are you crazy? Why spend all your time trying to fix that watch? At a time like this?” I was bewildered. I just couldn’t understand him, no matter how Mom tried to explain it.
