This, my friends is Honey cake. And to be honest, it’s still hard for me to see this dough…
and smell these spices…
and watch the process…
and see some of the old tools…
without looking around to see if my cute little Daddy isn’t somewhere close by.
April, probably more than anyone, watched and helped with the process right at grampa’s side. She knows all the little secrets to make the Honey cake now–so it’s wonderful to watch her do it.
It warms my heart and helps me when I’m missing him particularly at Christmastime.
When she’s finished, it looks the same. It smells the same. It tastes the same.
I get the feeling that he is very close with that twinkle in his eye…
smiling.
Thanks April for saving this for all of us.
I miss you Daddy.
Grampa Was the Gingerbread Man lyrics by Light Shine University