Appears I’ve developed a new addiction – Starbucks iced chai tea. Our Ingles grocery has a Starbucks and for the past month or so I have found myself there almost every day. Seems I have easily rationalized the need to go and pick up just one or two items. Recently while waiting for the brew, a young server asked how my mom was doing as she hadn’t seen her in a while. Early on, before mother’s downward spiral, the servers had offered to keep an eye on her while I gathered groceries. This young woman remembered Chrissy sitting at their table having chai tea and a muffin – and that she always smiled and said hello.
As I grasped my obsession the epiphany came: An intense desire, grocery, and Starbucks. I soon recognized the familiar signal of my sprinkler alarm, looking downward and with my drink in hand; I headed quickly toward the allergy isle. Seems people seldom question watery eyes when you mention allergies.
Within minutes, amazing clarity of acceptance came as I realized I was no longer encapsulated in a snow globe of loneliness and tears. I smiled as another tender memory of Chrissy had settled in my heart’s emotional chamber: sitting at Starbucks with a chai tea.