Every time I warm a cup of coffee up in the microwave (which isn’t that often luckily since coffee always tastes a little goofy afterwards) I am taken back to my last memory of my Grandpa and Grandma Turner. They were everything an old married couple should be: equal parts grumpy, ornery, supportive, and loving.
My final memory of them was in their dining room. My Grandma had sat down in her seat for lunch, and wanted her coffee warmed up. My Grandpa was still up getting things ready for lunch, and said he would warm the coffee up for her. She asked him to put it in the microwave for “45 seconds on medium.” Click. The microwave is running. A few minutes later, the microwave is still humming along, and my Grandma asks my Grandpa (who is still puttering around getting his lunch ready), why the coffee is still in the microwave. “How long did you put it in for,” she asked, to which my Grandpa replied “3 minutes on high.”
“I told you to put it in for 45 seconds” my Grandma retorted.
“45 second? That wouldn’t even make it warm,” Grandpa replied.
At the time, this wasn’t a moment I knew would be a memory I would never forget. I was just a college kid visiting his grandparent. But to this day, whenever I microwave a cup of coffee, that memory pops into m head and I think of my grandparents.
Do you have a random moment like this that turned into an important memory?
