“…tea, coffee, hot chocolate or…” words so often heard in my small café.
For some, it’s an excuse to take a break and think their thoughts. For others, talking with friends. Some want nothing more than a sympathetic ear. So it seemed with my regular morning customer, one coffee and a friendly ear.
Harry had lost his wife and missed their mornings’ coffees together. With his coffee, he shared his life, his children and grandchildren.
In time, he joined his wife. I missed our conversations.
Each morning, I placed a coffee on the counter with a small sign, “For Harry and the life he shared.”