Yes, I feel cheated of the chance to make cakes! That traditional started the year after Uncle Malcolm died. I wanted to bring some light into Robin’s life, but over the years those parties at her house probably did even more for me. When they ended, it seemed to me that Robin had become happy enough in her own life that she no longer needed the annual visitation. Although I missed the parties, it was great to know that Robin was thriving–as she did right up to the end. Indeed, Happy Birthday, Aunt Robin!