My children have fabulous friends and I’m fortunate that they share them with me.
Tom and I sat in the backyard. We raised our glasses to all those we love and have loved.
A UPS truck rumbled up the driveway.
“The coffee!” Tom anticipated the arrival of another giant bag of beans from Chick. Tom was repairing Chick’s coffee bagger when his heart rebelled. Chick watched over Tom the entire week he was in the hospital in Long Island. He continues to keep us supplied with coffee and Tom still keeps Chick’s machine humming along, one of the few coffee customers whose baggers he still services.
Tom returned to the table with not one, but two boxes. The second box was a long purple box, obviously flowers. It was addressed to my son, Michael, whose father passed away on Saturday. Flowers for the living! Flowers for and from loving friends. The cheerful daisies survived their voyage in the cardboard box and have now recovered, bringing smiles and hugs across many miles to touch not just Michael’s heart, but my heart, too.
Thank you, dear friend!
Painting for Michael: ink and watercolor, drawn first with fountain pen filled with Noodler’s Black Ink, followed by watercolor, followed by a few more lines drawn with the fountain pen.