My niece Dawn sent me an email… write a tribute for coffee it said. Believing there is no one better to write about coffee, I clicked the link she included to find out more. I found I could honor anyone I wanted. So I fired up the coffee pot, put fingers to keys and set forth doing what I love to do… sip coffee as words slip through my fingers telling others about people I love.
Who better to honor at this moment but my Grandpa (who passed away before I was born) and my Daddy. Grandpa immigrated from Norway bringing with him a love for coffee. My Daddy carried the coffee bean gene into my generation.
Grandpa, thanks for settling us, all those years ago, in Seattle which would become the Mecca of Coffee. How did you know? (Or did Starbucks follow you?)
I lift my grande Cinnamon Dolce Latte to you Grandpa, and you too Dad… and ‘clunk’ it against your coal-black cup of hot liquid in a toast. Here’s to family, love and traditions. Looking forward to the day we’ll sit together in heaven laughing over a heavenly cup. See you later. xoxo…me
Note: This blog… although not technically a tribute to coffee, if chosen would result in the bonus of winning approximately 25 cups of Starbucks lattes. Now we’re talking! Hey Dawn, if that happens? Coffee’s on me!