A Quiet Morning, A Lingering Memory

Grandma Stella reflects on a quiet morning spent feeding cats and drinking tea, which brings back poignant memories of her beloved Peter and the mornings they shared together.

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?”