Blue Coffee Mug

It’s such a strange thing to wake up thinking about, especially after 23 years, today. This early morning thought goes back to the day after Dad died in July 1995.

My step-mom, Jere’ and I had a lot of things to do that day in preparation for my father, her husband’s funeral. Before we headed out for the day, we sat out on the porch of their condo and drank coffee from a matching set of blue plastic Thermos coffee mugs.

As I sat there, I recall thinking, “Did Dad drink from one of these cups while sitting out here with Jere’?”