My mother. She died 5 years ago this coming Sunday, so she's been much in my thoughts lately.
Shortly before she passed away, I asked Mom if there was anything she hadn't done that she'd always wanted to do, and she said, "Only one. I always wanted to see Japan." This was a surprise to me; she'd never said this before.
Because of this, I became more curious about Japan (vicariously, I suppose), and about a year later I attended my first tea ceremony and became a student. My mother's death had hit me hard, and one thing I credit tea ceremony with is that it helped me find joy in life again at a time when things still seemed very grey. That interest in Chado blossomed into a general interest in Japanese culture that has brought me a lot of delight.
If my mother were still here, I would ask her to be my guest and treat her to her very first bowl of matcha. She would be thrilled - if, I suspect, a bit surprised by the taste!