I baked a cake

Last night I baked a cake.  It was all I could do.  What else do you do when the Mema you love who taught you how to bake a cake is miles away fighting for life, sleeping fitfully on a hospital bed and you can't be there?  Oh how I wish I could be there.  It seemed the only thing to do even though I can't even find a pillow case for my pillows yet or cloths to wear to work the next day - baking a cake seemed more pressing - more important.  

My Mema taught me just how to take each cake layer out while still hot and spread cool whip on the layers and watch it melt, thinly ice the layers and then put it in the freezer...it "seals in the moisture just like Papa likes it"...  She taught me a lot more than cakes but alot of it was taught while baking a cake or waiting for one to bake.  We've all enjoyed those cakes, the celebrations surrounding them and the ordinary days that just needed a cake to make it better...and we love the hands that made them.

So I opened the windows and listened to the rain falling outside and baked a cake...It was all I could do.