This old school coffee mug might seem like just a simple cup to anyone else, but to me, it holds a lifetime of memories.
It was my dad’s mug. I’m not exactly sure where he got it—maybe from a diner in Covington Tennessee? (Our Hometown). What I do know is that this mug was a constant presence at our breakfast table as far back as I can remember. Every morning, my dad would sit at the table, coffee in hand, preparing to face the day.
The mug itself is a little worn, just like life has worn on all of us. It has stains from years of use, and there are a few chips and cracks. Yet, it’s sturdy. It has a certain heft that feels grounding, a lot like my dad’s presence. I don’t drink from it every day, but on special days—like today, his birthday—I take it out of the cupboard and fill it with coffee, just like he used to.
This morning, I spent some time reminiscing. I thought about the good times we shared and the challenges we faced together. I reflected on the lessons he taught me, the values he instilled, and the ways he shaped the person I’ve become. It’s funny how something as simple as a coffee mug can carry so much weight, both literally and figuratively.
Along with these thoughts, I’ve shared some pictures—moments captured over the years with my dad. Some are old favorites, while a couple are new ones I recently found. Looking through them, I’m reminded that, although memories live in my heart and mind, having a physical item like this mug brings those memories into the present in a tangible way. It’s more than just an object; it’s a bridge to the past, a way to keep his spirit alive.
A coffee mug might seem small, but in its own way, it’s still helping me make moments matter. Every time I hold it, I feel a connection—not just to coffee, but to my dad and the memories we created. Thanks for everything, Dad. I miss you and love you always.
Stay caffeinated and connected,
Tim
