Today is Mom’s birthday, the first one since she left us almost a year ago. She would have been 86 today.
It’s hard to believe it’s been nearly a year since Mom’s death, but time has a way of moving on. We’ve all moved on, too, which is how Mom would have wanted it. I think of her when one of her sayings or deliberate word choices suddenly pops into my head, or when I remember an incident from when the five little Webners were growing up. It just demonstrates the many ways in which a mother can touch one of her children and leave a lasting imprint, and the memories are all good ones.
I’d rather think of Mom on her birthday than mark the day she died. Birthdays are days to celebrate. In the Webner household of days gone by, birthday were always celebrated with a light, airy angel food cake baked by Gramma Webner and ice cream. The angel food cake never left the baking pan quite level on top, so when Gramma Webner iced the cake with her trademark frosting she would try to use extra frosting in the tilted down area to make the cake look perfectly level. That meant one or two slices of the cake got more frosting than the rest. As kids, we always hoped we would get one of the pieces with the extra icing. Today, I’m hoping that Mom gets that special slice.