In the box with Grandfather's Bible was Great-grandmother's clock.
It had been a wedding present in her youth, and chimed the hours of her lifetime until she took her final leave.
My Russian - who works in the watchmaking industry - was swift to take it in his hands, carefully studying the movement before attempting to bring it back to life. And as I watched him working with a patience I personally know not of, I couldn't help but think that this clock, my Swiss great-grandmother's treasure when she espoused my Swiss great-grandfather, had found its way back to the vaterland and into the care of watchmakers, the keepers of its very soul.
Perhaps in years to come it will chime my own final breath.