GrowingOlderHopeWiser

After setting the cat’s needs (food and litter box) first thing in the morning, I reach for my friend “Joe,” the magical Krueg that dispenses my cup of heaven, my morning coffee. And yes, the cats are taken care of first. If you have cats you know why. I have coffee running through my veins being half Cuban decent and half Colombian. I was raised on Cafe con Leche and Cuban bread with butter for breakfast. yes, coffee for kids and strong cuban coffee not wimpy coffee!

I made this painting, “Un Cafecito para Mama, ” in memory of my mother. I wish I could sit down with her and talk over coffee. I miss her greatly. As we grow older, we start to lose those we love the most year after year. This is another topic I discuss with my baby boomer friends. Some of us have been in the position of caretaker, watching our parents and other loved ones deteriorate and finally leave us behind.

This is a painful reality of life. Now that I am approaching my 70s, I worry about my health and mental well-being. I have to change and adapt, and above all, keep moving. You grow old sitting still, not using your brain.

Morning Joe kicks off my day. I mindfully go about my day, completing small victories, and that is fine with me.