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  • According to my twitter feed, I checked into the Infini-T Spice Souk at 4:02pm on February 17th.
    I remember breathing in the cardamon, cinnamon, and scent of espresso while looking at the cold case for some new treat to try that day. There was a couple lounging in the pillows on the floor, the dregs of their chai lattes dotting the glassware. There were several people on computers with drinks, off in their own world in the microcosm of the cafe.

    At about 4:12pm I ordered a turkish coffee with an order of Kaju Pista and a lavender biscuit. My roommate got a chai latte and some greek yogurt with fruit.

    Our order came at 4:19pm... according to the meta data of the picture that I took of my turkish coffee in its tiny cup and accompanying turkish delight. The greek yogurt was topped with blueberries and strawberries in a glass bowl. The chai was served in a double wall glass cup, frothy milk rising to the surface. I took a bite of the kaju piste and let the cashew pistachio sweetness coat my tongue before taking a loud slurp of the pipping hot coffee. My roommate laughed at the sound and I started explaining how slurping allowed you to get the full flavor of the coffee without burning your tongue.

    The text message saying that my best friend's brother had died in his sleep, surrounded by family, came at 4:21pm.

    The bittersweetness in my mouth lingered while I texted back...
    "Oh my god. I am so so sorry."
    *the biggest hugs*

    In that moment, words were not enough. Twitter, foursquare, and Facebook were not enough. Cardamon scented pillows were not enough.
    Chemotherapy hadn't been enough.

    But that moment, like every moment, was all we had. And it had to be enough.
    Enough for a memory.
    Enough for a connection of grief.
    Simply enough.

    Johnny DeMario
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