The Coffee Mug

Written by Sheila Shea the daughter of SWCS (SCW/FMF) THOMAS M. SHEA

The mug resides in my home. It is a sturdy mug that reads United States Navy and has been around for as long as I can remember. It belongs to my father, however, it’s been tucked away in my cupboard, high on the shelf. There it has been. Sitting for the past year, untouched, undisturbed, and waiting. As I wrap my hands around the mug I wish they could be his instead of mine. The memories of my father flow, and I unknowingly begin to inspect the mug. I notice the coffee stains etched inside from past brews. I can still see his worked hands holding the mug tight as he takes in the warmth of the hot coffee. I honorably place the mug back on the shelf, knowing that it won’t be long before it’s used again. For he’s on his way home.