Mahsa, with tea.
Mahsa, without tea.
To properly process or understand anything, you need a brief reprieve or escape from it. Grief is no exception.
After saying goodbye to the family in Wexford and packing for the trip back to NYC, I drove into Pittsburgh.
I stopped at Espresso a Mano, my old Lawrenceville Coffice, to catch up with my old friend, Mahsa.