Memories at the Park Bench

Reflecting on the past while savoring a cup of tea, memories of shared morning routines resurface with a tinge of longing and loss.

I went outside to feed the cats. The weather is so beautiful today. I breathed a deep lungful of the cool fresh air, then went in to pour a cup of tea and bring it out to drink.

As I leaned back on the park bench, sipping, I remembered the many early mornings we used to sit there doing the same thing. The world would be still asleep as we sat together enjoying our morning cup of tea. I looked across to the other bench and imagined him sitting there with me now.

‘’Peter, I miss you so. Why did God have to take you away so soon?’’