Hey Theresa. I wasn’t sure how to word this so I decided to speak to you directly.
There are certain streets and soccer fields around Vancouver that remind me of you.
I know as a pre-teen I never thought to express how much I appreciated your presence in my life. You were a safe person, an open ear, and I loved hearing about the adventures you had lived. I hear your laugh when I think of you and the way you would say “Tavia,” in a half-scolding half-giggling way. My daughter got to choose her number for her soccer jersey this year. She chose 24. You will live with us forever. I am blessed to know you. I am thankful to have experienced you.

We shared time in graduate school.   Laughs, stories and study time.  She was a gentle spirit with a fierce mission to help others.  I will miss you.