After I moved back to Syracuse in 2013, my mom and I had a special bond over coffee. Before I started working as a video journalist, I was doing a lot of writing that would last late into the night. I’d be going to bed as my Dad was getting up and I’d usually wake up late and there was always fresh coffee in a thermos waiting for me that either she or my Dad had made.
Before I would pour a cup, I would step outside and that’s where I’d see my mom. In the summer, she was usually outside, watering the plants, clipping coupons or something like that. I’d look at her and say, “Hey Mom, Do you know what time it is???” She would always play along. She’d shrug and say, “No, I don’t… What time is it, Matt?” After that, I would look at her with a smile, glance at my imaginary watch and proceed to say, “It’s coffee time!” My Dad got in on the joke, too and this was a daily thing that always made us laugh. After this, we’d usually sit outside with coffee for a few minutes and we did this almost every day.