He settled back to drinking coffee. He was a coffee drinker, and he liked it black and bitter.”
–Louis L’Amour (Conagher)
Be right with you, Pard. I’ve just been thinkin’ and ponderin’ about things and people. One of my ol’ saddle pards passed over the Great Divide. He and I shared many a cup of coffee together and spent many a time jawin’ with each other. Yuh know, we say we’re goin’ to pay our last respects, but that’s not true. If’n they’re real friends we’ll go on respectin’, reflectin’, and rememberin’ them.
Help me out, Pard. Let’s lift our cups up high in ‘membrance of the memories of all our friends an’ family no longer around us. They may not have passed on, but they are no longer a major influencin’ factor in yur life, though they once were. People come and go an’ that’s the purpose of God. Providence makes sure that there are those around us for a time and season. They may last only a year or they may be there for several. Others yuh lose touch with, but that’s not sayin’ they weren’t important in yur life at one time. So here’s to all the friends and family that have touched me. Ahhh, glad I made it strong this mornin’ for their memory.
This here cup I’m holdin’ this mornin’ reminds me of my Mom and her family. It came from the ol’ Jones’ Cafe in Boulder. Foolishness that a cup filled with coffee can hold memories as well as a delicious brew? Nah, memories come in all sorts of sizes, flavors, and aromas. We don’t get stuck livin’ in the memory, but hopefully it makes us smile and remember. I just received a note yesterday and it brought a smile and memory. It’s nice to receive notes from those who helped yuh along the way, or maybe those yuh helped.
Yuh be havin’ a good week. Hope yuh enjoyed the coffee and don’t get so busy yuh forget to tighten yur cinch. Be ridin’ easy…and wary, keepin’ yur eyes upon the eastern skies.
Vaya con Dios.