Wednesday, May 8, 2019
As a child the Fryer house was a second home to me and Mrs. Fryer, a second mom. She treated me as one of her own, including yelling at Eddie, Denise, and I for all of our bad decisions and welcoming me at all hours of the day and night. I can't quite explain what she meant to me in words, but I am glad that she is in a beautiful place and at peace.
