9. Erin’s favorite drink was a Moscow Mule; I think a big part of it was the cool copper cup that they come in. Almost every place we ever went and had a moscow mule, we would steal the cup and take it home. Over the years, we amassed a fairly respectable collection of copper cups. This is one of her favorites, which we stole from a Greek restaurant in Chicago after a really nice day of walking around the city, going to record stores and just hanging out, followed by a night at a comedy club. It was a really nice day, a really nice dinner, and I think the cup meant a lot to both of us because it reminded of us of that day. The day that I scattered Erin’s and her mother’s ashes at Lake Havasu, my family and I went out for dinner and we all had Moscow Mules and had a toast in Erin’s honor. I stole my cup and that was the last one Erin and I ever added to our collection This will always be my favorite one, though.
What a beautiful way to honor Erin on her birthday. Thank you for continuing to keep her spirit alive and always sharing your love for her. Your words are genuine and thoughtful, something she always appreciated. The coffee mugs were a Christmas gift from me, with the thought you guys would each have one. She could not wait to use them, Lol. The pure vulgarity alone was enough to make that mug her favorite! Love you Aaron, I think of you, and her every day. -Jen
Thank you, Jen! I thought they were a gift and I’m happy to know they were from you. I’m keeping her vulgarity alive and still using that mug these days. I love and think about you, too, and I know that she lives on in your heart, so thank you for keeping her spirit alive, as well.