The Birthday Cake

On March 4th I woke up sad as expected. There was nothing I could to prevent it so I just went with it. I felt removed from myself but managed to get through my morning. I don't recall if Eric or I mentioned why we were both sad but one of the kids asked for a birthday cake.

So after valet-ing Alison to her school and bringing Adam to his, I went to the supermarket and bought a container of chocolate frosting and came home and baked us a chocolate birthday cake.

After dinner, we all sang happy birthday to great-grandma. I don't know if this was the right thing to do. My grandmother loved chocolate, my kids love cake, and I just had to find a way through the darkenss of the day.

90th

This is the weekend I would have hosted my grandmother's 90th birthday party. We were all so excited at this milestone. It would have been in my house I am sure, with yummies and presents and love. I know I would have made my sherbert punch and hot onion dip. We probably would have had lunch and something chocolate-y for dessert. I am just raw with anger that my grandmother is gone forever.