K, sorry this is depressing for me and I know that no one wants to know but I need somewhere to vent, and since that's why I created this blog, I'm going to use it for just that purpose.

Ok, so my mum has this Omega watch that my dad gave her like, twenty years ago. He died nine years ago, and I'm still clinging to everything that is left of him. (Yeah, I know, probably stupid and childish). Anyway, the face-plate (just a tiny ring of enamel around the edge of the glass, nothing important to the function of the watch) fell off, and now her boyfriend's buying her a replacement, which is really sweet. The catch? They're six thousand dollars, and insurance is paying some for the breakage of the last watch. Sound all g? Not quite. In order for them to pay up, they want the old watch back, which is where I start to break down. I can't handle losing it. I have been holding out for that watch for years. Every time she got a new watch, I'd ask for the old one. I always saw that watch as mine. I'm an only child, and I will inherit everything one day. That watch was one of the things I was looking forward to having and treasuring the most, right next to my parents' engagement and wedding rings. I know that I need to let go, but the last memory I have of my dad (the only real memory that I have, since my parents split when I was two, and I can't really remember the time that I watched Beethoven [the dog movie] with him as I was four) was of him being bloated from the chemo with a massive scar on his head from his shunt operation. I need everything that I can hold on to because I'm not over this. I still think about my dad every day. I know that you don't care, but this is important to me, and I need this outlet. And I hope that if anyone else has a similar situation to me that they can leave a comment for me to make this easier for me.