The first memory I come across is being with Grandpa on the beach overlooking the sunset. Grandpa has his coffee in his right hand while I am snuggled up close to his left side. I recall using times such as this to have heart-to-heart talks with the sole person who understood my every thought. He talked to me as if everything I had to say was of great importance, regardless of the topic. As I reflect more on this memory I realize my grandfather is a lot like the coffee he always had in his hand. The coffee provided him with warmth and com

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