Theresa,

There is no one story that really stand out in my memory when I think of you... it's the essence of you that lingers. Your capacity to live life to its fullest has always inspired me to do the same. You loved your friends and every animal on the planet a lot, but it always warmed my heart when you spoke with such big love about your family. I admired your sense of adventure, your ability to make law school appear to be easy, and your sense of joy. I miss you, Tree. I miss how it feels to walk down the street with you, arm in arm, engrossed in conversation about, "Whatever! Blah, blah, blah...".

And I miss racing around in your 'stock car' at break neck speed. Okay, you're right, it was more like minor whiplash speed, but it was fun and scary nonetheless. I miss trying to figure out what's stuck to your front seat and I miss marvelling at the 'everything but the kitchen sink' collection of stuff in the trunk. Actually a kitchen sink would have come in handy... it would have given you a place to keep all those breakfast dishes that lay on the floor at my feet. Yep! You're right. I am soooo funny.

You will always be in my heart.

I love you.

Corrine XO