He left behind his watch when he died

Ever since I got out of hospital last year, I've felt that I'm living in a different space and time from most people around me. Recently, that feeling has got stronger and stronger. Seeing my watch parked on the bedside stool in my boxroom study suddenly brought this feeling -- along with the sense of my own mortality -- into focus. It's as if I need to let go of something that I've been carrying around a long time if I'm going to move forward. I just don't  know what that something is -- at least not yet.