So this morning I take my sweetass time getting into work. Stop by for a coffee at Caribou (new favorite spot). On the walk from my parking lot to my building there is this teeny little green bird sitting on the pavement. It looks so sad. I look at it, pass it, think and go back to look at it. No matter how close I get, it doesn't budge. It's not wild bird. It's too pretty and small and furry. Definitely looks like a cage bird that accidentally got out. I take him to the little garden area in front of the building and have the security people call animal control. I don't know what else to do but I have been thinking about that little bird since.
As I'm walking up the stairs to my office, I notice what my coffee sleeve says:
How would you want to be remembered?
Amy Erickson was way more than a roastmaster. She was one of us. She was intense and uncompromising when it came to coffee. She helped create our coffee standards and relentlessly pursued the perfect cup. her passion for coffee was only exceeded by her passion for life - a life she lost to breast cancer. So each year we create this amazing coffee to remember Amy and to help find a cure. We think she'd approve.
Amy Erickson was way more than a roastmaster. She was one of us. She was intense and uncompromising when it came to coffee. She helped create our coffee standards and relentlessly pursued the perfect cup. her passion for coffee was only exceeded by her passion for life - a life she lost to breast cancer. So each year we create this amazing coffee to remember Amy and to help find a cure. We think she'd approve.
What a beautiful way to remember someone. Made me cry. I can only hope the people I know and love remember me as fondly.
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