Martha Sue Holland
Martha Sue Holland, of Geneva, Alabama, passed away on Friday, May 20, 2022 at her residence. She was 71 years old.
Graveside services will be held at 10:00 a.m. on Tuesday, May 24, 2022 at St. Paul United Methodist Church in Hartford with Jimmy Bottoms of Bottoms Garden Chapel directing. A visitation will be held on Tuesday morning at 9:00 a.m. at Bottoms Garden Chapel Funeral Home in Hartford.
Survivors include her sisters, Janie and Jackie; children, Chris Wheeler (Jennifer), Todd Wheeler (Melissa), Aaron Holland (Shawna), Jennifer Holland, and Michael Holland; grandchildren, BreAnn, Adriane, Emily, Tide, Tristen, Adaela, Danny, Sawyer, MaKayla, Tommy, Taylor, Liam, and Savannah; great grandchildren, Eren, Dairic, and Kamden.
My dear sweet forever friend and sister. I just heard of your passing from this life to the next. I said a prayer to God for you through my soul’s groaning and my heart breaking that you can now be with your mama and daddy and my mama and daddy; all together at last. I am so sorry I did not get to say goodbye, hold your hand, talk about our lifetime of good times, talk about our final journey and the readiness of it, hug you and kiss you one last time, see your smile and see you laugh at my corny jokes. You were always such a fun person to be with. There was never a dull moment! I remember the weeks I would spend with you away from my home, but I was always a part of yours. Your mama and daddy were my mama and daddy away from home. I remember the cute guy you tried to set me up with in Oneonta; the advice you gave me about boys (which was really dumb, by-the-way), how you would chide Jeannie about the ants getting ahead of her because she drove so slow (when she was learning to drive), skating at the rink at Wetumpka when a boy hit on Jeannie and Dixon got mad and I think he slugged him (It was so romantic), the knee-deep mud bogg we accidentally got into and thought we were sinking, the Easter dresses we were so decked out in on Georgia Road at your house, all the singings (singing alto), dinners-on-the-grounds, climbing through Sister Robert’s living room window onto the front porch when the church first started and met in their house; when genius Jeannie stood between a rolling car and the church building so the building wouldn’t be damaged. Oh, how I wish I could turn back the clock and relive that childhood with you. I miss you so much, and knowing I can never seen you again on this side is tearing me up! I love you so much, my sister for life. Until we meet again, I will remember…Diann