A few hours ago, I got back from a memorial for a friend of our family. She died on the last day of January, succumbing to cancer after a long fight. She was a nice woman, always with a smile. She used to swing her arm around my neck and say, "Hey, Shrank, how ya doin'?" I cried when speech's were being told, though I did not know her well. I can't believe how much I cried. I think it was my cousin that went up and talked about how they used to go mushrooming that really did me in. Thanks, Kolter! Anywho, we love you, Carla, until our dying days.
In memorium - Carla Arbogast (1968-2011)