reply to post by volafox
Didn't have coffee until 23, wow.
Story: I lost my dear sweet beloved mother at age 9.
She was a single parent and we would rise every morning and my fondest memory, now I'm going to start to cry even though it's been 50 years since
she's been dead.................we would rise up and sit at the kitchen table and have a cup of coffee together. It was our morning bonding
I remember she would pour hers black and mine, in a fancy coffee cup, mostly full of milk with a dab, maybe one ounce (or less) of coffee. But that
simple act made me feel so grown up, such a part of her.
We sat together and talked, we had our morning cup of coffee together.............I am crying.
Each morning when I pour that first cup of coffee I think of her, making me feel grown up, special, just us together simply sharing a cup of coffee
before we began our bus rides to my day care/school place with a stop always at the corner grocery store for a chocolate long john I always got to
pick out. (Could pick out anything but I always chose the long john with chocolate icing).
Simple little things..................loving memories of sitting at the kitchen table, watching the sun rise and sipping our coffees together, my
mother and I.
Enjoy each day with your loved ones, treasure each moment.
Before you know it, they or you will be gone and all you will have are memories.
I drink my coffee now just like my mom, black.
edit on 5-6-2012 by ofhumandescent because: (no reason given)