My grandmother worked in a cake bakery for many years during my childhood. She always wanted to make our birthday cakes, and this was a most beloved tradition. One year she made me a Dr. Seuss cake. Another year, a three dimensional Basketball. She could design anything you wanted, and they always tasted delicious. When my older sister was turning eight years old, we threw her a big party at my Granny and Poppa’s house. This year, Granny had baked a cake around a barbie doll, and she decorated the cake to look like Barbie’s dress. It was a beautiful cake, but unfortunately Lauren’s birthday party came during a dreadful season of our lives..
My grandfather was dying of advanced stage lung cancer.
