Dear Laney,
This morning, my great aunt Edna passed away. She will be missed...
Personally, I'll miss going to restaurants with her, because she would look at a menu that read, "ALL ENTREES COME WITH BAKED POTATO," and - ten times out of ten - would call the waitress over to ask, "Now, honey, what does this come with?"
I once complained about my boss to her, and she told me I should "stick him with a pin."
She was the only person in the world who could get away with calling me, "Brookie."
She was 95 years old, and walked two miles a day.
Tonight, I know she's in Heaven... even though she drove that Buick like a bat out of Hell.
We miss you, Edna Earle.
Love,
Brooke
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