In Clint Black’s song “State of Mind,” he sings, “a melody can bring back a memory.” For years, I have heard those words, and I agree with them with all my heart. I love music, and there are many, many songs that bring back sweet, sad, and happy memories.
Many of our senses can trigger memories. When I smell a certain type of tobacco, I remember my Granddaddy’s pipe. The smell of cold, wet dirt takes me back to my Grandma’s cellar. The touch of a newborn’s hand brings me back to when I was a young mom.
Every Thanksgiving, we sit down with our family and friends and eat our traditional foods we prepare for our feast. Cranberry sauce, apple pie, mashed potatoes, turkey, etc. Just saying these words brings me warmth, and brings excitement as I think of the meal I will help prepare next week.
Last week, however, a simple cup of coffee brought back some memories I wish were not a part of my life. Drinking this coffee out of the same kind of blue paper cup I drank from in August of 2016, though filled me with a great feeling of thankfulness.
If you read my blog “Welcome to South Dakota,” you know the ordeal we went through during our trip across the country. I don’t think I talked about the coffee. While the hospital we stayed in was beautiful, we could not find a good cup of coffee anywhere. None of us could sleep, and we wanted to drink coffee to stay alert.
We found a local coffee shop called Caribou. We did not have one of those in Las Vegas, and we do not have one where we live in Oregon now. We took turns leaving for coffee each day and bought a box to share. I remember having that first sip. It was so smooth, and tasted so good. It gave me comfort, clarity, strength to pray, and helped me relax. Everything turned out good. Bella is healthy, and we continue to have so much to be thankful for every day.
Last week, I attended a meeting with other volunteers of the Epilepsy Foundation. Our host provided bagels and coffee. Apparently, Caribou coffee is sold at Einstein Bagels. Sitting amongst parents that live with epilepsy as my family does, and sipping the very kind of coffee that brought me peace during the worst hospital stay we ever experienced was surreal to me. I held my little blue cup, pictured my daughter in that hospital bed, and felt even more confident as I move forward with our mission of raising epilepsy awareness, building support groups, and finding an end to all seizures everywhere.