I love that. We have our routine here in memory of my grandparents.
Mrs BY Bob brings me coffee in the morning. It started as a joke because my grandfather would bellow at my grandmother, "Bea, bring me some coffee!".
I did not explain this ahead of time to Mrs BY Bob. The first time I took her to meet my grandparents and my grandfather, Harry, bellowed for his coffee, my wife told him "Get up and get your own".
The room went dead silent and my grandmother quickly scuttled to get him some.
Mrs BY Bob did not like that. He could at least ask nicely.
Fast forward a few weeks later on an early Saturday morning. I've woken up but I'm struggling to leave the bed. In walks Mrs BY Bob with a cup of coffee for me, so sweet. I take a sip and being the funny guy that I am I say. "Thanks Bea".
She had already started to leave the room and stopped in her tracks. I immediately begin to regret saying that. I'm worried that she is going to smack the coffee out of my hand.
She slowly turned.
"If you ever"...... and then she started giggling.
This turned into her bringing me coffee on Saturday mornings saying " Here you go Harry" and I would respond, "Thanks Bea".
Over the years it has turned into her bringing me coffee whenever she beats me up in the morning. Always a "Here you go Harry" "Thanks Bea".
My grandparents passed well over 25 years ago but they are still remembered with morning coffee.