I like making coffee. I never used to. Every time I make coffee I think of my momma.

Everyone used to make fun of the coffee Cheryl and I made because it was so weak. One day Mom and Aint Bea came to visit us in Simi Valley. They got there in the late afternoon and we sat around the kitchen table talking until evening. I got up to get something to drink and realized I hadn't offered them anything. I knew they liked coffee so without thinking about how late it was I blurted out "We can make some coffee..." but I let my voice trail off toward the end of the sentence as I looked at my watch because I just realized how late it was.

My Mom looked up and said "Oh don't worry, it won't keep ya up."

Every time I make coffee now I think of my Momma and put in a little extra.

Love,
Jerry