I bought myself Wawa coffee this morning.
It’s a Sunday and I bought myself Wawa coffee.
Most of you will see no real significance to those two statements, but they mean everything to me.
For years, Jamey had a routine of buying me Wawa on the weekends.
I never asked him to. He just did it. Because that was Jamey.
After he was first diagnosed those lucky number seven years ago, he confided in my neighbor Kelly
one of his biggest fears about getting sick: he’d be unable to buy me coffee in the mornings.
Luckily, he lived to buy me enough coffee to raise the dead from their graves.
Jamey will never have a chance to buy me Wawa coffee again. And that’s ok.
Like I said, I bought myself Wawa coffee this morning.
Jamey passed away in a spectacularly brilliant manner at about 2:40 this morning.
Maybe he’s off buying his mom, Noreen and his dad, Stan some Wawa coffee.