Morning Coffee: #2

Goodmorning sunshine, what a wonderful day to smell coffee brewing.  It’s cool outside, almost like having spring in Autumn.  The only shade is my grandmother’s passing.  My heart fills full of shards of glass, each a different emotion.  Some pass easy, while others whittle away the flesh digging deeper until they hit bone.  So, as I sit here sipping my coffee I have to have a conversation with myself about grief.   I understand grief on a spiritual and academic level; but, it doesn’t make it easier. Especially when life is full of hard stressors. Today’s coffee is pretty bitter.

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