Saturday, June 9, 2018

At peace


     He shuffled his feet across the bedroom and into the kitchen. He didn’t know what day it was, didn’t much care. Almost robotic he opened the cabinet and got the can of coffee letting the sink water run and get cooler. Soon the smell began to wake him up as he stood looking out the window to his lawn that needed mowing, maybe later. He rinsed out the mug he uses daily, the one that says?” World’s best grandpa” Every time he sees it he remembers the Christmas now many years ago when his oldest grandson gave it to him, he made the little guy believe it was the best gift he had ever received. In some ways it was. He remembered now it was Sunday that’s probably why it was so quiet outside, no lawn mowers. He took a sip of coffee from his favorite mug and thought to himself, there’s always tomorrow.

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