The Last Cup of Coffee

And she’d asked me to make her a cup of coffee, and I’d oblige.

And as I poured the boiling water, I’d think to myself, “this could be the last time I’m doing this.”

Eventually, enough times passed to ensure that the actual time it was the last was lost in the sea of could bes.

My grandma loved coffee.

And so did I.

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