Coffee cups of the dead

That sounds like a downer of a title to the post today but hang in there. I think it works.

I was sitting here in the kitchen just now thinking about the history of the coffee cup I am using today. It was given to me many years ago by a friend’s dad that passed a few years back and I think of him each time I pull it out of the cabinet.

The handle is getting a bit loose but I’m not worried that one day it will come off and hot coffee will go all over me and everything around me. Hopefully that won’t happen.

Oddly enough, I can remember being gifted with this cup, I am guessing around thirty years ago, but I realize that a lot of what has happened between then and now is lost. A lot of days blend together with milestones here and there but the vast majority of the details of all of these years got overwritten in my brain.

Is that normal or did I just not pay close enough attention?

The coffee cup and other knick knacks around the house remain as connections to people and places of the past and I guess that’s good enough for me.