Back in high school, the morning after a sleepover at my house, my mom offered everyone breakfast. We had eggs, pancakes, bacon and cereal available. Josh, a Jewish friend of mine, opted for a bowl of Lucky Charms. After he had slurped down the milk, he asked, almost as an afterthought, "Are these Kosher?"
"No! Do you keep Kosher?" replied my mom, as Josh's face dropped.
Josh told me the other day that whenever he eats Lucky Charms, he still thinks of my mom. In a million little ways, a part of my mom lives on.