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A sunrise is a reminder of the beginning of another day of life. I am grateful for each one. But, today I have a cousin in the hospital from a stroke, a friend who’s going for brain surgery in the morning, and other friends who have very few sunrises left to enjoy. As I am grateful for each sunrise, I am grateful for each person who’s impacted my life in one way or another.
Sunrise over the Gulf of Mexico on Galveston Island
I’m processing some old photos and came across this. It captures one of my opportunities to visit my hometown, my roots. More importantly, it was one of those opportunities for our sons to visit their Grandma Largent. Stephen wasn’t born for over a year after cancer took my dad. My mom would be with us for only six more years before cancer would have its ultimate effect on her. Make the moments when you can.
I don’t remember my first cup of coffee. I was very young. I do know that it was served to me by one of my grandmothers because neither of my parents drank coffee and all of my grandparents did. On the special occasion where I’d spend a night at one of my grandparents homes, I’d wake up in the morning to breakfast cooking and that amazing aroma of fresh brewed coffee. My grandmothers would give me what I would estimate today to be equal parts of coffee, cream, and sugar. Warm and sweet! Over the years, I’ve eliminated the sugar and cream and drink it black. But, I’ve also been roasting my own coffee beans for around 17 years now. More about that later. My point is that I love coffee. I love the aroma, the flavor, and the sentimental reminder of my grandparents and childhood.