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Terri G. Sentner

May 10, 1943 ~ September 5, 2025

Born in: Jackson, Mississippi
Resided in: Dover , New Hampshire

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Terri G. Sentner, 82, passed away peacefully at her home at the Holiday Maple Suites in Dover on Friday, September 5, 2025.

She was born on May 10, 1943, in Jackson, Mississippi, to Mattie (Redding) and William Lamarr Lott. Terri grew up mostly in Kentucky and later lived in several places before eventually settling in Massachusetts. After retirement, she moved to Florida, where she enjoyed nearly 30 years before most recently relocating to Dover.

Terri was known for her independence, strength, thoughtful nature, and unwavering dedication to those around her. Stubborn at times, yet always loving and caring, she made sure that those around her had what they needed. She faced life’s hardships with determination and courage, and her compassion touched everyone who knew her.

She was predeceased by her husbands, Jim Holland Sr. and Henry Sentner; two daughters, Joyce Edge and Sheila Cox, and her son, Jimmy Holland Jr.

Terri is lovingly remembered by her daughters, Shirley Almquist and her husband Phil of Springvale, and Theresa Belinsky and her husband Richard of New Hampshire; her granddaughter, whom she raised as a daughter, Teela Edge of Florida; her sister, Joyce Stevens and her husband Bill of Kentucky; her brother William L. Lott Jr. of Kentucky; along with many grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

A celebration of Terri’s life will be held in Florida this weekend and also at a later date in Maine to honor the many places and people she touched.

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  3. Mom, you were the kind of woman who didn’t believe in tomorrow—because if the curtains needed changing, they were coming down today. If a table needed moving, you’d inch it across the room solo before anyone could offer help. You were tape-on-everything determined, and I loved that about you.
    You always wanted to be a mother, and you were—five times over, plus me, plus every dog you ever met. Especially Phoebe, your little Yorkie soulmate. If a dog passed, you mourned like it was family. Because to you, they were.
    You spoke before thinking, acted before hesitating, and tried before asking how. That meant we always knew what page you were on—and it was usually a bold one. You never minded being a little offbeat, and you always tried to get a chuckle out of us, even when things were hard.
    I’ll never forget you and Bob practicing “I Got You Babe” on the record player for a work talent show. Dad bailed, but you didn’t. That was you: stubborn, motherly, not shy, and full of Holland strength.
    You were my most important person. And you’ll always hold me together—like tape.

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