I just sat down to have a cup of tea, and I wanted you to know that every sip of tea that I have, and will forever have, is full of memories and thoughts of you. Do you recognize the hot pad under the mug? Yes. It’s yours. You must have had that for years. I’m glad you kept it.
I know tea was one of your most favorite things in the world. And now it is one of my most favorite things as well, because of you.
It’s funny how something so simple, so ‘small’ such as tea, can become such an important part of our hearts. It reminds me of the moments I sat with you, at your kitchen table, a mug of warmth for our hands. Sometimes, we weren’t even talking. We just relaxed over chai and cookies, or chai and your infamous pound cake, or chai and Indian soap operas, depending on whether a crazy drama was on that day. But either way, there was always tea.
Tea was the first thing you always ordered when we went out to eat as well. I can’t forget the smile that even the thought of a fresh pot brought to your face. Priceless.
Thank you for always keeping a box of green tea in your cupboard just for me, even though I know you couldn’t understand how I could drink the stuff. Sometimes, I think you probably wondered how I could be your daughter. Green tea? Seriously? Is that how I raised you? is what I imagine you thinking sometimes. That’s not real tea, is what I’m sure was going through your head. Yet, you knew that was what I preferred, so you always had it ready for me. I still only try to drink green tea or herbal tea. Sorry, Mom. The caffeine in the black stuff has somehow become too much for me. But I do really miss it.
But now I keep a box of Tetley black tea in my cupboard for YOU. Actually, it is YOUR box of tea, the last one that was left in your apartment. It makes me feel like I can offer you some from earth to heaven, each time I sit down with my own cup. And at times, I have given a teabag from your box to someone in my life whom I felt might benefit from the magic I believe your spirit sprinkled into those bags.
TETLEY. Orange Pekoe or English Breakfast. You couldn’t live without it. And since I know I can’t live without you, I sip tea A LOT. It gives me this feeling that you are still near me, still soothing me, with the warmth of your motherly magic.
You bring a whole other meaning to TEA COZY.
Tea for two. Forever, me and you.
And don’t think that this just works on me because I’m your daughter.
Don’t tell anyone, but your son bought a beautiful tea set – an ornate pot and little tea cups a couple of months ago. Now I KNOW that was your doing, from way up in heaven. I think deep down inside, he probably knows it too.
Thanks for continuing to warm us with your tea love from within, Mom. We will always save a cup for you.