A day later, we visited our business associate Sean Kelchen at his home near Kansas City. Knowing that Ed had asked for an ice cream cake, Sean bought one at Marble Slab to serve as desert with the lunch he prepared. Slyly, he brought the cake from the freezer and tipped it to show me. We were both surprised when the cake began to slide off the cardboard platter. Sean caught it before it hit the floor in a quick reflex action tipping the cake against his shirt. Good thing the cake was frozen or Sean would have been wearing more that a bit of green icing. We laughed until we were speechless and bent over. Ed heard us laugh but he hadn’t a clue that we’d almost lost the surprise cake.
Finally, on Mother’s Day, Grandma made a special pineapple cake for dessert at my son Jason’s house. We carried this cake flat and didn’t have to worry about candles. We tied our granddaughter’s long hair in a pony tail and let her help Poppy Ed blow out the candles.
“Happy Birthday, Dear Ed…Happy Birthday to YOU!”