Gram gave me two boxes of sugar cubes in January. Gramps and Gram had just moved to Ida Culver House. Ida Culver has all you can drink coffee and sugar packets, so she didn’t need these. Out of those two boxes, I have 8 cubes left. I need to get some Folger’s for the last sugar cube, because they drank gawdawful bad coffee. I will cry when I use the last one. I might use it Christmas Eve, which would be one year exactly since the heart attack that convinced them to move. Better to get the sad out all at once. (As if that’s the end of it!)
crossposted from King Rat.