My father passed away in January, 2016. I became acutely aware of each passing day during this month as we were watching my father's rapid decline. Time seemed to creep along and speed by all at the same time. I cast my morning coffee (usually grab and go as I was commuting to graduate school) every day that I drank coffee as a way of trying to preserve each moment. Sometimes the cup was still half full when I cast it in late morning, other times, it was empty.