Judy Stutts Crider, November 5, 1943 - November 27, 2014
Connie Smith had a country song long ago, addressed to a lover who jilted her. She says the only time she wishes he weren't gone is "once a day, every day, all day long." That pretty much sums it up for me when it comes to losing Judy. I think about her once a day, every day, all day long.