Another round of coffees?...
Each week my daughter and I meet my grandparents in a cafe. It’s a little one with darkened corners and wooden tabletops. A cafe with a heart, and dependable caffeine. Our orders are remembered, and greetings said genuinely from tattooed baristas.
It’s our cafe.
This cafe means a lot to me as I know that our time is special. At 85 and 86 respectfully, my grandparents time is especially important. It takes a lot longer than it once did to do up shoes now, sometimes memories aren’t there where they were last put them down, and parts of the week are taken up by appointments they’d rather not attend.
I watch their eyes light up when they talk to their small great granddaughter. Bodies seemingly straighten and hearts lighten with gentle embraces.
This time is special I know that.
While my week is often spent in a flurry, this time here, I try not to hurry. No regrets right? My time to give back a tiny bit to two people who have spent my life time giving to me. They don’t need trinkets, and items to clutter up shelves and cupboards. What I can give to them is time. Time spent together, conversations that matter and the occasional baked treat from my kitchen to theirs.
Doors are held wide, cushions plumped on sitting. Ensuring a comfort that isn’t always there as age offers a fragility that can’t simply be undone or at times made comfortable.
Hot coffees are sipped, and our time is shared.
I drive away at the end of our morning spent together. Eyes watching my grandfather in the rearview mirror. He patiently waits for my grandmother on the corner, and my stomach tightens a little at the sight of a man who seems to be slowly lost into the size of his clothing. The fragility is what stabs.
“…ageing, it’s not for the faint hearted.” They say, with smiles on lips and a twinkle in the eyes.
I don’t let my mind go to the one days, the maybe’s, the what it’s. I make sure I am here, I am in the now, and next week, just like before, I’ll meet them again for coffee.
Yes, 3 flat whites and a kids strawberry milkshake please…
…we’ve got time for another coffee.