The coffee smelled like Al this morning...

No, Al did not smell like coffee,

nonetheless, the coffee this morning 

smelled like my Al.

 

He was a coffee connoisseur

and a coffee snob.

He loved Colombian coffee

and in particular MJB brand.

It was the only coffee in our home.

 

My Lanny Love and I also love coffee,

especially Colombian.

Though we are not exclusive to it

and we primarily use whole beans,

I still love MJB which, unfortunately, is not available in whole beans.

This morning I opened a new can

and it immediately took me back to that long ago kitchen.

It smelled like Al.

 

I have missed him heavily lately.

It has become normal,

missing him more as I remember the last effort to save that autumn -

despite being told it would not save, only possibly extend and

hopefully provide comfort, still, I clung to hope... -

and the closer we come to the holidays...

and then the month of his death. 

 

This morning, the smell of a fresh can of MJB was overwhelming.....

 

Place me like a seal over your heart, 

like a seal on your arm. 

For love is as strong as death, 

its jealousy as enduring as the grave. 

Love flashes like fire, the brightest kind of flame.

                ~~ Song of Songs 8:6-7