Coffee with Dad

I was thinking about my dad this morning while I was making my coffee and he let me know he’s still around, see the ? 

Before moving to Birmingham, my daughters and I would come for weekend visits and he would be so happy to share a cup of coffee with me—his wife not being a coffee drinker. 

It would begin the night before, he would prepare his grind and brew coffee machine, set out the Coffee Mate (powder, he was old school), sugar and two mugs. 

We wouldn’t talk much, it being early, sleep still holding on. There was so much warmth in those moments. Our relationship was far from perfect over the years, we had periods of falling out, but there was healing in those quiet random Saturday mornings when it was just me and him sipping coffee together. 

Thanks for joining me for coffee today daddy, I miss you.