Unnamed Barista

My love enjoying coffee. She was the one that made me a coffee addict.

This is a thank you to the barista whose name I don’t know. 

You, the barista on the other end of the speaker in the drive through, knew my name and greeted me before I could even speak that I was picking up my mobile order. 

You are a super nice person. You greet me with an upbeat attitude, often compliment me on my masks, jewelry, t-shirts, or just made good conversation to me in general. I always drove away with a smile. You have always been kind and friendly to me without knowing how your words help me through some of my most difficult days. 

You see the love of my life died. After she died, I would force myself to get up, shower, and do something - my something to do would often be going to get a coffee at Starbucks.

I am going to thank you in person, but I am just need to express how extremely thankful I am that you are the person you are. Some days I would pull up to the speaker after just wiping away streams of tears because a memory hit me on the way. Or I was just hating that I had to force myself to live each day without my love. You always made me smile and made my day a little bright when I had so many stormy clouds.

Sometimes the most unexpected people and places can help wade through the flood waters of grief.  The barista at Starbucks was the person who helped me through some especially tough days. Thank you to my favorite barista for being such a kind human being.