#weekendcoffeeshare

I decided to participate in a blogging event (What I would say if I had coffee with you this weekend) and this is my submission. 

If we were having coffee I would hug you tightly because I love you and then I would put our favorite, brilliantly fattening, whipped confection of a coffee in front of you. We would both take a moment to breathe deep and cast off the minutiae of every day cares so we can just enjoy this short time of friendship and love.  I know you have been down lately.  You haven’t answered my texts or returned my calls.  I understand why without you ever saying it out loud.  Sometimes dealing with the world is unbearable.  It’s okay though because you are here now.  I would give you one more hug, just because.

I would ask you if your husband has come to love the polka dot chairs you bought on our last window-shopping adventure or if he still hates ‘retro’ furniture. No matter if he doesn’t like them, I think they are amazing, and he can close his eyes when he walks through the room.  And if he has really annoyed you, move the furniture around so he’ll trip over it while he’s walking with his eyes closed.  Of course we don’t want him to hurt himself; it would just be hysterically funny to see it.  You can always apologize later and tell him you forgot to mention moving the furniture.  If you are really sorry, tell him you were trying to put the chairs in the corner so they weren’t so obvious.

Wait a minute while I wipe the laughter tears from my eyes! I have really missed you, my friend.

If we were having coffee I would tell you that people I love broke my heart last week. Why do they have to be so judgemental?  I’m doing the best I can and if I get a little stressed out from time to time shouldn’t they have more compassion and help me?  Instead, they say things that mean nothing to them but it’s like they’ve ripped out my throat and I can’t breathe and I need to get away, to hide, to cry and maybe to die.

You will hug me now because you understand this agony all too well.  You will tell me that I should give them Ex-Lax chocolates for their birthdays.  I make an ugly snort of laughter through my tears.  Perhaps I should put Pro-Biotics in the mashed potatoes and Metamucil in the birthday cakes.  You will tell me to send them home quickly so I won’t have to suffer the aftermath of our evil genuisness.

You would tell me about your Grandchildren who are the center of your universe and how Grandpa loves them as much as you do. They live so far away though, and it’s heartbreaking how quickly they grow.  I will tell you about my last vacation and my new favorite book.  We’ll laugh, like we always do.

We’ll keep looking at the clock, know we need to get going but not just yet. We aren’t done.  Why don’t we have coffee together more often?  Yes, life is just so busy.  It’s been wonderful to see you.  We always feel so much better once we’ve shared our pain – irreverence is the only way to take away the sting.

Drive safely. I love you.  Say hello and give Grandpa a hug.  I will watch you get into your vehicle and drive away before I walk to mine.  You have a beautiful spirit, my friend, and in case I don’t see you again – things just happen sometimes – I want to remember every moment we shared today.