K loves angel food cake. My mom had a glass platter that was the perfect size for that cake. In fact, she called it her angel food cake platter. Somehow, I ended up with it, so K's pink frosted angel food cake was on her grandma's platter.
K has been wanting a Betty Crocker Cookbook for a couple of months. I went to buy it and discovered that they have just released a remake of the original 1950's cookbook. It looks just like Mom's--without the stains and spots. Oh, and the cover is still intact!
I bought K the the new version with crock pot and microwave recipes, but I really wanted to buy the old one. The new one is more practical for her, but the old one reminded me of Mom.
It has always been hard to separate K's birthday and Mom's death. I remember talking to a lady shortly after Mom died. She talked about her own mother and started crying. She said, "Isn't it silly? She died 9 years ago, and I can still cry talking about her." Not silly at all. I totally understand now.
Nineteen years later and I still miss her. I'm guessing I always will.