She was a wonderful feisty woman. From her I have inherited her wicked sense of humor, her irreverence and my love of having a good time...oh and lest I forget...I also have her love of baking and cooking in me. So on this Sunday in May which honors Mothers, I am going to spend the afternoon baking and cooking and enjoying so many good memories of her. And maybe during that time of being busy in the kitchen she will be with me...sitting at the dining table, sipping a cup of coffee, and giving me her always sage advice...and maybe just for a moment I will hear the whisper of her laughter. I would like that.