In her honor, I've cooked 2 of my favorite cookies that she used to make - cocoa drop cookies, and tea cake cookies. The cocoa cookies are good, but aren't quite like hers, and the tea cake cookies are nothing like hers. They're good, but they're not hers. :-(
I was thinking about posting some photos of Meme on Facebook, and I will probably get around to posting a memorial album with photos of her over the years, but it jogged my memory of when Meme first found out I got a tattoo. I got my first tattoo when I was 39, in either January or February of that year. I hid it from my mom until she saw it by accident, and I made sure I kept it hidden from Meme, too. Until we were at the lake the first time together that May and she saw it. While I was in the pool, I got the lecture from hell that we weren't like "those people", and that I should be ashamed of myself for doing that, and that the whole family was disappointed in me for getting a tattoo.
Then my 40th birthday came around on August 1st that year, and we had dinner at the Mexican restaurant in Stockbridge. I wore a halter-style blouse that showed off my whole upper back, and she got a birds' eye view of the tattoo when she walked by to take her seat: