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The Little Green Cup Story
When I was growing up we moved around a lot. Like a lot a lot. But consistently we would travel to Alabama to visit home and to be with Papa and Granny for the summer. Papa was retired army after 25+ years of service and an honorable discharge. He enjoyed his life after work by enjoying red wine. And that little green cup was what he drank from. Telling all the grandchildren it was just his “grape juice”. Of course we all believed him! Well. Fast forward 20 years. My granny took a spill in the kitchen and hit her head. Sending her into a full comatose state for a long time. We uprooted and moved back home to help rehabilitate her. And while there my papa and I would go and see her every single day. We would stop at the McDonald’s just around the corner from her facility and pick up a black coffee with 8 sugars and 10 creams on the side. Once there we would pour the cream and sugar into that little green cup followed by the piping hot coffee and she would enjoy just a small bit of normality before a long day of speech and physical therapies.. After a long day I would return to the facility at night after stopping by that same McDonald’s to pick her up two large sweet teas. One for her dinner and one for if she got thirsty overnight.. The facility just had Splenda and she hated that! I would take that little green cup on my way in the evening to start it all over again the next day.. Fast Forward a few years.. Granny passed away after returning home to spend Christmas with us one last time. Papa moved home to Texas with us for a few years before he peacefully moved on to a better place to be with granny again. They were not very materialistic people. So all I really have left is a hat rack that I cherish very deeply from my papa, along with a few of his favorite hats…. And that silly little green cup…. Well… If you are friends with me here then you may have seen that just the other day my entire world was flipped upside down when I came to the realization that my most cherished item on this planet was thrown away… My little Green Cup… I couldn’t put into words what that cup meant to me. I don’t think I ever will be able to. And I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to replace the feeling that I got when I looked up on my shelf and saw it… But Bobby Sanchez has done the next best thing for me… I weep tears of joy as I show you this. I know it won’t be for everyone. And that’s okay. I’ll carry it every single day of my life. Because as I often say… We never know when our favorite people will be replaced by a trinket we carry in our pockets, a photo in a frame or a Little Green Cup on a shelf…
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The Little Green Cup Story
When I was growing up we moved around a lot. Like a lot a lot. But consistently we would travel to Alabama to visit home and to be with Papa and Granny for the summer. Papa was retired army after 25+ years of service and an honorable discharge. He enjoyed his life after work by enjoying red wine. And that little green cup was what he drank from. Telling all the grandchildren it was just his “grape juice”. Of course we all believed him! Well. Fast forward 20 years. My granny took a spill in the kitchen and hit her head. Sending her into a full comatose state for a long time. We uprooted and moved back home to help rehabilitate her. And while there my papa and I would go and see her every single day. We would stop at the McDonald’s just around the corner from her facility and pick up a black coffee with 8 sugars and 10 creams on the side. Once there we would pour the cream and sugar into that little green cup followed by the piping hot coffee and she would enjoy just a small bit of normality before a long day of speech and physical therapies.. After a long day I would return to the facility at night after stopping by that same McDonald’s to pick her up two large sweet teas. One for her dinner and one for if she got thirsty overnight.. The facility just had Splenda and she hated that! I would take that little green cup on my way in the evening to start it all over again the next day.. Fast Forward a few years.. Granny passed away after returning home to spend Christmas with us one last time. Papa moved home to Texas with us for a few years before he peacefully moved on to a better place to be with granny again. They were not very materialistic people. So all I really have left is a hat rack that I cherish very deeply from my papa, along with a few of his favorite hats…. And that silly little green cup…. Well… If you are friends with me here then you may have seen that just the other day my entire world was flipped upside down when I came to the realization that my most cherished item on this planet was thrown away… My little Green Cup… I couldn’t put into words what that cup meant to me. I don’t think I ever will be able to. And I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to replace the feeling that I got when I looked up on my shelf and saw it… But Bobby Sanchez has done the next best thing for me… I weep tears of joy as I show you this. I know it won’t be for everyone. And that’s okay. I’ll carry it every single day of my life. Because as I often say… We never know when our favorite people will be replaced by a trinket we carry in our pockets, a photo in a frame or a Little Green Cup on a shelf…
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The Little Green Cup Story
When I was growing up we moved around a lot. Like a lot a lot. But consistently we would travel to Alabama to visit home and to be with Papa and Granny for the summer. Papa was retired army after 25+ years of service and an honorable discharge. He enjoyed his life after work by enjoying red wine. And that little green cup was what he drank from. Telling all the grandchildren it was just his “grape juice”. Of course we all believed him! Well. Fast forward 20 years. My granny took a spill in the kitchen and hit her head. Sending her into a full comatose state for a long time. We uprooted and moved back home to help rehabilitate her. And while there my papa and I would go and see her every single day. We would stop at the McDonald’s just around the corner from her facility and pick up a black coffee with 8 sugars and 10 creams on the side. Once there we would pour the cream and sugar into that little green cup followed by the piping hot coffee and she would enjoy just a small bit of normality before a long day of speech and physical therapies.. After a long day I would return to the facility at night after stopping by that same McDonald’s to pick her up two large sweet teas. One for her dinner and one for if she got thirsty overnight.. The facility just had Splenda and she hated that! I would take that little green cup on my way in the evening to start it all over again the next day.. Fast Forward a few years.. Granny passed away after returning home to spend Christmas with us one last time. Papa moved home to Texas with us for a few years before he peacefully moved on to a better place to be with granny again. They were not very materialistic people. So all I really have left is a hat rack that I cherish very deeply from my papa, along with a few of his favorite hats…. And that silly little green cup…. Well… If you are friends with me here then you may have seen that just the other day my entire world was flipped upside down when I came to the realization that my most cherished item on this planet was thrown away… My little Green Cup… I couldn’t put into words what that cup meant to me. I don’t think I ever will be able to. And I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to replace the feeling that I got when I looked up on my shelf and saw it… But Bobby Sanchez has done the next best thing for me… I weep tears of joy as I show you this. I know it won’t be for everyone. And that’s okay. I’ll carry it every single day of my life. Because as I often say… We never know when our favorite people will be replaced by a trinket we carry in our pockets, a photo in a frame or a Little Green Cup on a shelf…
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