Final good-byes are always hard, especially when it’s someone you were close to, and you grew up with, and the memories are so vivid, it’s as if they happened only yesterday.
I see Teresa’s smiling face every time I close my eyes, or stop and think about her. Or when I do something that brings back a memory. Of all the family I’ve lost, for some reason Teassie is staying with me. I’m not sure why, and I sure can’t explain it, but I feel her. On some level it’s very erie, but then I remember to use my spiritual eyes and know it’s okay. When I think about her, tears fill my eyes, both out of happiness for her peace with God and sorrow because I miss her and all of her quirkiness.
Teassie lived with her pack of 12 German shepards, and made sure she saw her mother every day (or at least spoke to her). She protected herself from this world as best she could, especially after having men she loved beat on her.
She helped every one she could, even when they stabbed her in the back (and even when she knew the knife was coming, she still helped) hoping she could be a light and they would change for the better.
She never met a stranger, and I mean NEVER! She was a Ravencraft with a mouth, and the Long (her father’s last name) was only seen in her facial features. She only ate chicken breast when we had chicken and we always saved her one because she was always late for the gathering due to working or helping someone. She always wanted momma to make potato salad and she would grab the bowl and run, laugh.
This time she wasn’t late, and I ate more chicken breasts than I care to admit in her honor (and I don’t like white meat from a chicken, too dry, laugh).
Her IQ was higher than anyone I ever met, literally. She finished high school at 16 and was teaching the teachers, she could’ve been anything, anyone she wanted to be, yet she stayed close to her momma, as all of us Ravencraft’s tend to do. We won’t be too far from our family, if we can help it!
I could go on and on, but you’d have to know Teassie to understand what I write, and I could write a book.
God knows I miss her, more than words or actions can say, but knowing her life, I wouldn’t call her back for nothing in this world.
Death is final, in this life, but memories are forever!
I hope and pray she never leaves me. I would be honored if she was the one to walk with me to the other side.
I love you Teresa!