Cathrine Tuck
Like Ryan said, the best part of your house was that kitchen table. When I was a kid, there was always a cold root beer on it for me. When I grew up, there was always a hot cup of coffee. But the real treat was the way your face lit up when I would drop by for no particular reason. If that table could talk, it would say, “I am the luckiest table in the world.” There are few tables that hold so many memories of love and laughter and joy as yours, Aunt Marcia. We have been blessed to be welcomed to it for as long as we were. There isn’t much I wouldn’t give to sit across from you at that table just one more time. Rest In Peace, sweet auntie. And may light perpetual shine upon you. I love you always and forever. I’ll hug you again in heaven. Save me a cup of coffee. (Hopefully someone remembered the Coffee Mate).
