cronechronicler

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Everyday Inspiration Day Eleven: A Last Cup Of Coffee

Mama, if we were having coffee right now I’d tell you how much I wish I had said yes to your invitation to get a cup of coffee and a bite of something sweet that Christmas Eve so long ago. I remember how excited I felt that my husband, our three little boys and I  had flown to Greenwood to spend Christmas with you and Daddy. This was a special trip. It was wonderful news that you were recovering after the scary trouble you had with congestive heart failure. That Christmas Eve was a busy day. Even though you usually began Christmas shopping in July there were always a few last minute things you had on your list. You loved shopping and could run rings around me hunting for the perfect gift for each grandchild. You wore me out. After you finished shopping you wanted to stop for a cup of coffee. Remember all the times we had coffee together through the years. First it was after clothes shopping for  me and later for baby things. It was practically a ritual. But that Christmas Eve I said no. I needed to get back and see what my sons were up to. At bedtime  I watched you stuff their Christmas  stockings with goodies. You put an orange in the toe of each stocking, just like you did for us children when  we were young.  In the middle of the night Daddy woke us up to say the Emergency Squad was on the way to take you to the hospital. You  had a heart attack and died early Christmas morning. I’m so sorry I didn’t  have that cup of coffee with you.

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