Monday, November 30, 2009


Nineteen years ago yesterday, my mom died on K's 10th birthday. I try not to think about it on her birthday, but it is hard to forget.

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.


Anonymous said...

I NEVER made the connection of your mom dying on K's BD! It doesn't seem like 19 years...... WHAT a WONDERFUL WOMAN she was! I am honored to call her my AUNT!!!

Puna said...

What a wonderful tribute to you mother and you will always think of her because of your daughter's birthday. I think it's wonderful a wonderful thing on it's own.

Gayle said...

I know what you mean. My mom died 14 years ago, when I was pregnant with my daughter. Sometimes I still miss her so much.

K's cake looks very delicious!

Anonymous said...

Two wonderful lives to celebrate! Fond memories of your Mom are always near to our hearts. Loved those summers at the farm. Cleaning chickens. Gag. If not for Aunt Marge and Grandma......I wouldn't be able to still smell that nasty job! lol

Katie @ Can't Get There said...

What a beautiful post. I am starting to lose my Mom to Parkinson's and even though she's still here, she's not the same Mom and that's so hard. Peace and strength, friend. Peace and strength. (...and happy memories.)