01/10/2026
14 years today without my Mam. ❤️
Fourteen years… and somehow it still doesn’t feel possible.
I often wonder what you would think if you could see me now, Mam. If you could see me standing at my stall, surrounded by Welsh cakes, knowing that the little girl you taught to make them when she was just five years old grew up to make them for a living.
You probably never imagined that those little Welsh cakes we made together would become such a huge part of my life.
But every time I mix the flour, rub in the butter, add the currants and mixed spice, and roll out that dough, there’s a little piece of you there with me.
I can still picture you teaching me. ❤️
I didn’t know then that you were giving me something I would carry for the rest of my life.
I wish you could see Welsh Bakes.
I wish you could see the people who buy my Welsh cakes, the smiles they bring, and the conversations they start.
Most of all, I wish I could tell you that something you taught your five-year-old daughter became something she built her life around.
There are days when I would give absolutely anything to sit beside you again. To hear your voice. To have a cup of tea with you. To tell you everything that has happened since you left.
Fourteen years is a long time… but grief doesn’t count years.
It just quietly sits beside you, reminding you how much someone meant.
I miss you in more ways than I could ever put into words.
But I carry you with me.
In every Welsh cake.
In every recipe.
In every memory.
In every little piece of the woman you helped me become.
So today, I’ll bake some Welsh cakes and think of you.
And somewhere, I hope you know that your little girl never forgot what you taught her. ❤️
14 years gone, but never, ever forgotten.
I love you, Mam.
And I always will. ❤️
