I woke up with a feeling that this was the day. I took a hot shower, just the way I like it. I put on my favorite dress, the pearl white fine lace, my grandmother's earrings that have 3 generations in the family and my mother's pearl beads.

I wanted to put on makeup, I felt beautiful, young and vibrant. Although the mirror doesn't lie and took care of highlighting every wrinkle in my 89 year old complexion as I ran the blush brush across my cheeks.

I put on some perfume, the one he loves so much and left the room to find him in the living room, where he was waiting for me by the clock.

He took my hand and gave me an electrifying kiss as he curtsied. He is such a gentleman. He escorted me by the arm to the dining room and we sat down at the table.

We lost ourselves in each other's eyes, that special glow that only he has had when looking at me is preserved in time and lasts above all. Suddenly we were startled by a bell, it was the coffee machine announcing it was ready.

I got up and poured two cups of espresso as we like it. I carried them to the table on that tray given to us by the cousins on the unforgettable wedding anniversary, number 50.

He seemed to recognize the tray and his favorite cup. But he continued to sit smiling and looking a little lost.

I poured the cup of coffee and as the steaming dark liquid filled the cup he closed his eyes, as if the aroma of coffee transported him back in time.

That time we went for a bike ride, we were 20 years old and the energy ran through our veins, so we arrived in the neighboring state with only a thermos of coffee and the bicycles. The time we went to Cancun and took a portable coffee maker hidden in the suitcase because the hotel would not let us enter the electrical appliance.

The trip we made through the moor, with our little beetle car that stranded us and we ended up preparing coffee in a bonfire so we wouldn't die of cold.

How many adventures? How much coffee? How much love in this life?

We took a sip. I felt a little nostalgic as the moment was getting closer and closer. He looked at me and smiled, it made me shiver. If there is one thing I love in this life, it is that smile.

He took my hand and after giving me a kiss on my forehead, he told me it was time.

I got up from the chair and followed him as my hands trembled. We walked down the corridor slowly. I stopped for a moment to turn around and look at every corner of that house that had served as our nest for a lifetime.

We continued walking towards a bright light at the end of the corridor, and when we passed by my room, we tenderly saw my body resting on my bed. I smiled gratefully and could only say to him:

I have had a good life because of you. I thank life for allowing me to have the last cup of coffee with you love of my life.