Food for thought: A few years ago I lost my father, and upon my return from the hospital I came home to find his morning coffee, as he placed it, still warm in this very mug. I sat there, blank and empty, holding this, hanging on to what felt like the last physically connected moment I would have with him. So on days like these, when I have a heavy heart, I drink out of this mug to remind myself that I’m not alone. I remind myself that he still wakes up with me every morning. And it’s his presence and remembrance that motivates me to be the best person I can be on a daily basis.