Doris Augusta Holt, 1924-2009
Our sweet Mudder.
We miss you so much.
I'm sorry to have missed the funeral today. Mostly sorry about missing the fried chicken at Becky's, though. [This is where I punch her in the shoulder.]
I will continue to forget people's names and steal salt shakers in your memory.
This Corona is for you, Mudder. I hope that wherever you are, you have a plentiful supply.