Monday, March 9, 2015
When I saw the blue ice-cream cake sitting in the freezer display through a cafe window, I knew it would be the perfect dessert for the family dinner we had planned for the fourth anniversary of Michael's death. It would be last on my list of options for any other celebration, but for this occasion it would be perfect, since it reminded me so much of my son. If most people typically chose A or B, he would usually opt for C, D, or even E, instead. Why give a girl the more traditional pink or red roses, when the unnaturally dyed blue ones were beckoning with a wink? Why concern yourself with making healthy food choices, when junk food, with all its additives and colouring, was calling? So, on Saturday night, we each enjoyed a piece of this crazy cake in his name. And, if we needed a physical reminder of his sense of humour, we were all left with blue-stained fingers well into the next day. We love and miss you Mike!