coffee

Last night on our way home from New Hampshire we were reminiscing about years past with dad, the memories we can recall. Talking about dad really helps comfort us. We wanted a coffee so we stopped in Plymouth at Dunkin Donuts but they were closed so I asked to stop across the way at Burger King instead. I walked up to the counter and ordered two medium coffee’s with cream and sugar, got back to the car and they were too hot to drink so I waited about a half hour before mine was cooled off a bit. I took a sip. It was black. Den’s was black too. I started to laugh and cry. All I could think of was dad.

He always drank his coffee black..

We love you Dad.

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