Sunday – A Sip of Flava

Today, my coffee tastes like memory.

My daddy was always proud of my businesses. He used to tell me I didn’t like working for someone else because I could see how things could be done better — especially when it came to employee relations and how people were treated. He believed that when you take care of people, you naturally provide better service to others.

Daddy loved Flava Coffee House. He always said Flava made the best coffee. And when I closed Flava and had my daddy and my children all living together, something shifted into a season I will forever cherish.

Every morning, I woke up and made him coffee.

Nothing fancy.

Folgers coffee with French Vanilla creamer.

He used to say Flava made the best cowboy coffee.

And hearing that made my heart full every single time.

I cooked for him the way my mommy did until she passed in 1999 — three meals a day, plus dessert. He loved it. Feeding him, caring for him, loving him in that way felt sacred. But the morning coffee? That was my favorite ritual of all.

Quiet.

Simple.

Ours.

Today — 2/8/2026 — marks exactly ten years since my daddy passed away.

I miss him so much.

I was blessed to have a daddy who truly saw me. Who believed in me. Who cheered me on through my ups and downs. He was a busy man, deeply involved in the community, serving churches well into his late years — nearly 90. But no matter how full his life was, his love for me, my daughters, and my grandbaby never wavered.

And we loved him right back.

So on this Super Bowl Sunday, I’m drinking my cowboy coffee and thinking of my daddy. I imagine him up in heaven, smiling, cheering on his team — the Seattle Seahawks — with that quiet pride he always carried.

Rest in peace, Daddy.

You are the greatest man I was blessed to have in my life.

🙏

Susan

aka Lady Flava