Many of my memories of you – and certainly the most epic vignettes – involve Thanksgiving: Gracie’s fragrant wake-up call, seemingly just for you, in the attic; the height stand-off with Annabelle; apple peeling with Matty and the twirly-gig; juicing seventy gajillion blood oranges; washing and drying countless dishes with the under-40s; and, of course, all manner of Turkey Bitch assistance. What these memories share at their heart, at your heart, is an utterly good-natured soul who always steps up. You know I’m not a sports person (understatement), but I have loved watching you do a different kind of play-by-play in the family—reading the room, finding your voice, and being in equal measures generous and funny. I have complete faith in your success.
xx Susie
An all around great kid -- in every sense of the word great.
