A story about a cake plate.
I was so fortunate to have spent the last five days of my mom's life with her. It was such a rough time - so emotional and somewhat frightening - but I know that my presence, as well as that of my siblings and our children, was a comfort to her.
In hindsight, I realize that asking for an old plastic cake plate and cover was a bit ridiculous at the time. In fact, there are a few things about those days that seem very surreal to me now. I had seen the cake plate and cover on top of a stack of things in the garage before Mom's passing, and I asked my step-dad if I could have it someday.
On the day of my mom's funeral services, we all met at her house to be able to travel to the chapel together. As we left, my step-dad said, "Here, Deb, take this..." and handed the cake plate and cover to me.
I remember the numbness I felt at that time, how I reached for the cake plate in disbelief, wishing with all my might that my mom was still there which would have meant that the cake plate wasn't up for grabs.
A few days later when we were back in Arizona and attempting to resume life as it was before, I looked at the cake plate with different eyes. I couldn't remember having ever seen my mom use that cake plate, and in my clearer state of mind I realized that it most likely had not belonged to my mother. In fact, as I pondered it I wondered if someone from their church had possibly gifted them with a cake but not intended to leave the cake plate behind for good.
And now, I have a cake plate and cover that quite possibly should not be mine. I'm hoping that someone will ask my step-dad for it, and I would gladly send it back to its rightful owner.
In the meantime, while I continue to borrow it, it was a sweet little holder for these cupcakes.
PS: Does this cake plate and cover belong to you?
Thanks for letting me borrow it...
now I'll gladly give it back!