When I close my eyes I can see Theresa coming through the door in our office in the legislative buildings with her red jacket and hiking boots on, and her fabulous hair flowing behind. It didn't matter if it was raining outside or whether Tree came in wearing her bike helmet, her hair was so naturally beautiful. Tree never had a bad hair day.

Tree would change her hairstyle a dozen times a day. Everytime I looked over at her desk she had a new look. She would twist her curls, braid them and create updoos that were fabulous all without looking in a mirror or using a barrett. Her hair would just stay that way until she restyled it.

I think Tree's hair represented who she was. Bouncy, full of life, spontanious, fun, natural and simply beautiful!

I'll always remember Tree this way.

Love,

Angie March