My mother had one simple request: come have coffee with her on Sundays.
\nAlmost every week, she would call and ask the same thing.
\nAnd almost every week, I had an excuse.
\nWork was hectic. I had errands. I was tired. I always believed there would be another Sunday.
\nThen one morning, she sent me a photo.
\nIt showed her kitchen table with two coffee cups and an empty chair across from her.
\nUnderneath, she wrote, \u201cSaved your seat again.\u201d
\nI smiled when I saw it, but I still didn\u2019t go.
\nThat evening, my aunt called.
\nMom had passed away suddenly.
\nA few days later, I finally went to her house.<\/p>\n
Everything looked exactly as I remembered it.
\nThen I noticed a wooden box beside her chair.
\nInside were 52 sealed envelopes.
\nEvery one had my name and a date written across the front.
\nOne for every Sunday of the past year.
\nI opened the first.
\nIt wasn\u2019t angry.
\nMom had simply written about her week, something funny she remembered about me, and what she would have told me if I\u2019d been sitting across from her.
\nEvery envelope ended the same way:
\n\u201cMaybe next Sunday.\u201d
\nI sat at her kitchen table and read until I couldn\u2019t see through the tears.
\nFor a year, I had thought I was postponing coffee.
\nI didn\u2019t realize I was missing conversations I would spend the rest of my life wishing I could have back.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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