Betty Booth Lunceford
I love you and miss you, brother John. When you were little I considered you mine. I got many spankings for fighting mother and daddy when they spanked you. Do you remember how you wouldn't let any one but me wash your hair? I'll always remember the Thanksgivings you spent up here, and the many turkeys we fried. Rest in peace, brother, and I'll see you again in Heaven one day. Love you.

