Today I channeled my dearly departed Grandma Happy and baked a sheet cake with homemade chocolate frosting. For as long as I can remember, I don't think there ever was a time that you'd visit Grandma's house without a fresh baked cake waiting there for you with melt-in-your-mouth, lick-the-bowl-clean homemade frosting! She was the best for homemade desserts.
As I ran the mixer and frosted the cake, I thought of her and how much I miss having her around. There have been times I've thought, "Oh, I'll just call Grandma!" but then I remember she's not there for me to call anymore. It's been years now since she's been gone, but once in awhile you just forget she's not there in her shag-carpeted living room, sitting on that brightly colored velour couch waiting for the phone to ring.
I miss her tiny little southern voice, her words of wisdom, the sweet cards and handwritten letters, the handmade gifts she always gave for Christmas and birthdays, the not-so-subtle way she always inquired about my attendance in church on Sundays. I can still see her all dressed up in her finest outfit with those shiny silver or gold lame' jeweled shoes, with her matching necklace and earrings and her hair done up perfect and prettily in place.
Or better yet, with one of her hundreds of ornately hand-sewn aprons on, serving up a loving helping of that fresh baked cake! I miss you Grandma!
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