Dad's Memorial for a good Irish man on St. Patrick's Day! Ended With a Fovorite Poem About Time
The Clock Poem by Robert H. Smith The clock of life Is wound but once. And no man has the power To tell just when the hands will stop. At late or early hour.
Now is the only time you own. Live...Love...Toil with a will. Place no faith in tomorrow. The clock may then be still.
Dad lived on time and he died on time. One of the signs on shop door was, "If you don't have anything to do, don't do it here!" LOL After his grave side service, my brother surprised us by using a black felt pen to draw a clock and the words you see here on his coffin.
Susie and I refer to our Dad a lot. He was a minister by profession, and a watch/clock maker by trade. This meant that clocks and time were important to him. He was given all sorts of gifts relating to watches and clocks, including a neck tie with clocks all over it. We gave that tie to the president of the Calgary Clock Club where Dad was affectionately nick named, "Father Time."
There wasn't a clock he couldn't fix or figure out. People brought their watches and clocks to him from great distances. The cash from these jobs was tucked away and suddenly he and Mom would be off on a little road trip paid for by his labor of love.
When we have some of his watch making tools in our hands as we make our BLING THINGS we can't help think of Dad and the legacy he left us. We value the time we have and do the best to fulfil our destiny before our clocks are still.
I collect sayings that educate, motivate, inspire, and entertain. People love my "Mother says...." and "Dad always says....." sayings and then there are all the wise old mantras that keep us sane through life's difficulties like: "If I didn't laugh, I'd cry!" So enjoy tucking into what I share from my collection and what I make up on the spot.