I lived in southern Louisiana and my aunt was in northern Illinois.
My aunt, we called her Sis, loved coffee.
By chance I called her on Saturday morning when
she was sitting on the front porch having a cup of coffee.
From then on, we had coffee on Saturday mornings.
My aunt has been gone for a few years but when I can,
I take my cup of coffee and sit on the porch.
She may not be here but her memory is never closer than at those moments.