Dementia and Coffee

I can remember as a child watching my grandmother make her coffee early in the morning and take slow sips as she read the newspaper. When I spent the night at her house, I used to beg for her to let me taste her coffee. She would say, “you are too young to get hooked on this”. Finally, one day my begging was no longer in vain, and she prepared a cup for me. It was in a very small china cup, with the saucer. As she poured the dark liquid from the coffee pot, my mouth began to light up with excitement. I just knew that…