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Fly Deborah

San Francisco - Cafe FloreI walked into the mottled sidewalk that is lit up by patches of sun in the cloudless blue sky. No fog, not even a light caress of wind. The stuffy air promises another really warm day in the city, which, for the month of June, is rare but nonetheless very pleasant. Activities are sparse at about quarter shy of seven. My rut of a morning routine will begin at Cafe Flore, where I take up the corner table and read over coffee. Christopher beats me getting there first with the New York Times (crossword puzzle) in his hand. Then in strolls Karin with her trendy and chic bag. But no Deborah.

For 31 years Deborah has been a regular at Cafe Flore, where she takes her coffee, helps out with perplexing crossword puzzle clues, reads her buddhist books, and just threads everyone together. Literally she knows everybody like the back of her hand–not only the names, but their jacks of the trade, gossips, and pedigrees. Yesterday, her last day at the cafe, all her friends came by and paid tribute to her friend. They showered kisses on her. Hugs were exchanged. It was indeed an emotionally charged moment to see that everyone were holding back their tears. I cannot even imagine how tough and difficult the decision is for her to move back to Connecticut after living here in the Bay Area for half her life.

I know we are all feeling the impact of the ups and downs of daily politics and deteriorating economic news and, to one degree or another, the toll it takes on each one of us. I think she feels comfortable and at peace with the choice she has made–to retire in her hometown where gas prices are not as staggering and to be near her sister. As she has gladly puts, “Life here has been wonderful, more than I could imagined; absolutely no regrets! Now, off to the next adventure, one filled with Summer, Fall, Winter and Spring!.” Deborah, I wish you the best and you will be remembered. But the cafe will never be the same without your being there.

5 Responses

  1. Just reading your post brought tears to my eyes again. Deborah’s spirit will live in that special cafe. I’ll miss her “Mother Hen” sort of nature. It is hard to find a more caring human being. Beautiful post, Matt.

  2. A most beautiful post. I’m touched by just how people come together and affect one another like she did to many of you. See, Cafe Flore is not just for people watching!

  3. Very heartwarming, especially her attitude of new and positive beginnings in the train of wonderful years passed by. We all have to face major changes from time to time as life writes its new scenarios. I must admit, I got misty eyed reading this.

  4. It brought tears to my eyes on Thursday when she came in in such spirit and bought her friends coffee. I know I will miss her. I hope she’s reading this. 🙂

  5. I am glad that you know people that are great.

    A Buddhist is more accepting of changes. It’s hard for the rest of us.

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