I miss the " tick tick tick " Of the old fellow!

It's just been a day since we sent him home on his last journey.
He was old and struggling, coughing his way up the clock, tired beyond ages in a supposedly ageless pursuit...

His "tick tick tick" kept me awake so many nights, nights that I so desperately wanted to sleep.

His " tick tick tick " On many nights was a constant, the type of constant that made me feel 'home'.

The old geyser gave up, not before he touched 11.11.

Three generations,
countless birthdays,
Many lives and deaths seen,
Observed, acknowledged...
Sometimes cursed at, sometimes honoured with praises...

The tick tick tick wall clock is finally done.
We will miss him.
Bid him goodbye and lay him to rest! Dear tick tick tick - thank you for your service!
You shall be remembered...