Morning Coffee: #1 ‘Good Grief’

Today was an extremely hard day. Getting out of bed felt like dragging the moon across the sky. Gravity welded me the mattress while the sheets fed themselves around me as a Boa Constrictor would. Welled up inside my chest was a wall holding back the flood of tears. My grandmother passed yesterday and I feel a heavy blanket on my heart. Unable to travel I’m finding it difficult to deal with the guilt and helplessness by failing my family. There are too little hands and not enough feet to take care of everything that needs being done. So as I sip this morning’s coffee I am glad to have the luxury of the bitter sweet taste of my beloved bean. It seems to be a spark of hope this dark morning.

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  1. I’m sorry to learn of your grandmother’s death, Eric. Thinking of you.

    -David

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    1. Thank you David. I really enjoyed the poem you shared, it was good to read yesterday. – Eric

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  2. I am sorry for your loss Eric. You will pass this soon. Keep up hope.
    Kunjal.

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    1. Thank you Kunjal. In deeply appreciate those kind words. -Eric

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