I leave for Michigan in three days. During the seven days I’ll spend with my family we’ll say goodbye to my 31-year old stepbrother and celebrate my grandmother’s 87th.
I’m making cupcakes for both occasions. Carrot for Noah’s memorial. And lemon for my grandma’s birthday.
I have to admit it took me a long time to pick out the appropriate cupcake liners this morning. After basically swapping life stories with sweet Ben at Sur la Table, I selected these for Noah.
They seemed right somehow.
Then I did the thing I’ve been saying I’d do.
I went to the batting cages. By myself.
And I absolutely ripped about 60 softballs all over the Burbank Bat Cade. I can’t bring Noah back. I can’t ask for one more day so I’d have a chance to tell him I loved him. But I can keep swinging at life.
I can bake him cupcakes and hope he’s looking down from heaven smiling his big smile as he watches us eat them.
And maybe when I’m back? I’ll take up boxing…
‘cuz I’m gonna go one more round.