A large London Fog with three tea bags.

He got the same drink every time, like many other regulars. 

I smiled at the man who worked next door and called out his order to him as he walked through the entrance to the coffee shop. He confirmed that I was right and that he wanted his usual, so I got his drink started and I sparked up a conversation with him about his day. After a few minutes of talking, I handed him his cup, and he was on his way. 

Little did I know that I would never see him again after that day.

The virus got ahold of him and I didn't even know it. When I saw his picture online, my heart shattered into a million broken pieces. I couldn't believe it at first. 

Why do bad things happen to good people? 

Shouldn't we hold on and cherish every moment that we have with the people we care about?

My heart felt heavier the more I thought about it... but then something else hit me like a brick. 

Today, my dad tested positive for the same virus.