If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I started drinking it just after you left. I realized my need when the pitter patter of two feet changed to four. You would love them both so much.
If we were having coffee, I would show you photos of your nine grandchildren. One a doctor, one a nurse, one an engineer, one a filmmaker, one a recent college graduate waiting to make her mark on the world, two college students and . . .”Guess what?” I’d say, “we have another set of twins! They’re still in high school.”
If we were having coffee, I would share the wedding photos and introduce you to my two daughters-in-law. DIL 1 has a wit that keeps us laughing, she’s fluent in French and she loves cats. DIL 2 is artistic, she designs books and she loves plants. We are a family of six for now.
If we were having coffee, you’d smile at these photos with the same crooked grin I have, the one you gave me.
If we were having coffee, there would be a lot we would need to catch up on since it’s been 26 years since we’ve talked.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I am blogging every day this month. I would have to figure out how to explain blogging to you and the internet, cell phones, Facebook, Instagram and by the way we’re living through a pandemic.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I have thought about blogging about you but it’s been too hard. Many have encouraged me to give it a try but I haven’t had the courage, until today.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I miss you. I miss your crooked smile, your Sally Jessy glasses, the joy your grandchildren brought, your sneeze anytime you cooked with black pepper, your precise Catholic school girl handwriting, your hairnet in the morning and even your stomping foot as the expletives exited your lips.
If we were having coffee, there wouldn’t be enough hours in the day to catch up on the 9,558 days you have been gone.
If we were having coffee, all I would need to say is, “I love you, Mom.”
Inspired by The Accidental Inspirationalist and the dirigible plum today.
I am participating in the 14th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge by Two Writing Teachers. This is my third year of daily slicing during the month of March. Thanks for stopping by!
This is so beautiful! It made me tear up. ❤ You look so much like your mom!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Krista. I hear that a lot though I’m not sure I see what others see. It must be the smile:)
LikeLike
What an interesting spin on this format…and sentimental and emotional all the same! Thank you for this today.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you for the inspiration. I’ve tried to write a similar slice at various times but it never felt right until today.
LikeLike
This is such a moving piece. I can feel your love and longing for your mom in every word. Beautifully written.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you.
LikeLike
This made me cry! What a beautiful post. Loved the repetition of “If we were having coffee…” This can become a mentor text!
LikeLiked by 1 person
That’s a good idea but I might have to change it to “If we were sipping juice boxes . . .” for my 2nd graders.
LikeLike
Goosebumps. I loved the format. I loved the sentiment.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you.
LikeLike
Thanks for sharing. I really like the repetition of “If we were having coffee…”
LikeLike
This is beautful. I loved the repetition and when you shared who you were talking about.
LikeLike
This Slice shows how much you cherish your family and how close you are. (even the ones that have since departed still are part of you)
LikeLike
This is so moving. And I love the idea of using this as a mentor text!
LikeLike
Thank you for writing this! It was so beautiful and made me think about the people in my life that I wish I could have coffee with. I loved how you repeated that line and I’m so glad you worked up the courage to write this!
LikeLike
Raw and beautiful. A reread on today’s cup of coffee. Thanks for sharing.
LikeLike
Thank you and thanks for reading again.
LikeLike
This got me teary-eyed too!! Such a beautiful piece of writing and a brilliant way to write about your mom when you haven’t been able to. I love how you’ve added such depth and emotion to this format.
LikeLike