Grandma loved her coffee and mornings of being alone in silence. I learned quickly to never interrupt this sacred time, but when the day came in 2005 that she excitedly grabbed a cup for me when I walked into the kitchen one morning wad amazing.
We sat and talked about everything over multiple cups of coffee. When we finished, I thanked her for allowing me to join her in her morning ritual and she just smiled and said she wouldn't have had it any other way.
This is one of many fond memories I will cherish of Grandma... I'll miss you.