Classic Yellow Cake with Chocolate Frosting

I wonder if you know how many hearts you have touched with this post. This isn't a simple yellow cake with chocolate frosting. It's a "touching your heart" yellow cake. I miss my mom. I miss my children who are adults with their own children, spread on different states away from me. I miss my grandchildren who I can only see once a year. Hopefully. And I do hope and pray that my family will have memories like the ones you treasure from your mother. You touched our hearts and minds with your post. But more than anything you touched our minds. Thank you.

I hate photos. I never look good in them so I foolishly avoid them. I will not do so anymore. I want those memories for my children, so this overweight, old hag will smile and let her stupid pride go as I bake another cake or cookie for them.

Again Thanks

Oh you poor Amanda....your story broke my heart. I wanted to tell you that I enjoy your site and love your recipes....But I happened to click on this recipe and read your story. A sad story but beautiful. Your Mom was a beautiful woman. I am so sorry that you and your brothers went through this heartache. I will remember you all in my prayers.

Keep doing what you are doing. You are making so many people happy and your Momma proud.

Sincerely,
Heidi

Not certain on how I stumbled across your recipe link or why I even clicked on it, as it’s not like I don’t already have 10 recipes in the Que awaiting my new Kitchen Aid Mixer. I was not even looking at recipes but a high chair for the granddaughter. I thought well, the perfect Yellow cake is always allusive even in the best of cookbooks so I decided to have a little look at yours.
I will admit I seldom read through the blogs & yes, I will admit, skip to the recipe. I'm 62 & lived an adventurous life with so not much left to learn. Then there was you & your Mother. 15 minutes ago I was crying not getting any air and when I recovered I want to let you know that your short post has helped through what has been the most difficult week, Month, years of my life. I lost my son Jonathan, Sept 3, 2014 at the age of 45 and have not accepted that yet. Each day is like he’s just away and will come through that door any minute as he always has. I can see that huge smile as he comes blazing through the front door with, Hey, Mom, you here, come have a look, you’ll not believe what I did!! Any & everywhere he went, he lit up the room like a bright light turned on. There were no strangers to him and anyone there that didn’t know him, felt he was their best friend when they left.

I stumbled upon a recent photo of him “accidentally” a few days ago which shoved me in direct line of fire with reality. I lost it and having a hard recovery on this bout. I have not found a way to accept it and still avoid current pictures - having all his younger ones up instead. I would imagine is similar to you reading your mothers wishes each time.

I read your most wonderful tribute to your Mother and lost it again, but in a good way. You have help me see the light that I must go into. It is so beautiful how you speak of your mother and her life and how she affected you and your life and family. I got a real sense of who she was, a very brave women. She was also a wise women and I would guess, she knew what was possible. Wiser than me.

Anyway I will bake the cake in honor of your Mother. Bloody hell, I love the British!! I have British in me too. Thank you for opening the door and allowing me "to see", where I can go to. I need to honor his life as wonderful as it was and to make certain he is not forgotten. I know I had 45 wonderful years with him and would do it all again even if I knew the outcome. On an upper note I do have his Identical twin brother with wife & grandchildren who live here with me and do keep me hopping. Thank you again and I thank your Mother for having you, to get me to this point.
I already know the cake will be the best of the best but I will post and assure you it is.