I have been looking for pictures I could post, but I don’t have many. I would usually force her to take a picture and she would hate it. But I’m glad I kept them. Going through my pictures, I have a lot where I know she was there with us even if i don’t have her in the picture. 

I’m going to miss her so very much. The random text messages, an old photo she would come across that she would crack jokes about, usually at my expense. My school bus cake was probably her favorite photo to bug me about! It tasted ok at least. But every time I see that cake, or any cake I make for the kids , I’ll be thinking of you tiff! 

I’m going to miss our lunch and dinner dates, especially red lobster! That was usually a 100% guarantee she wouldn’t cancel plans if we were going for lobster! 

We had so many plans to do so much, and then I went and had 53 babies and we didn’t get to go on our trips. But we would talk about all the places we could have gone. 

We started as work buddies and became great friends. Her sense of humor, her quick wit and her heart of gold were my favorite qualities about her. 

She fell in love with my kiddos, even Gradys sloppy kisses. She spoiled Brooke, and would enjoy Graysons craziness. 

We are all going to miss her so much. I just am not ready to say good bye yet. 

I love you buddy! Hope you’re sitting on a beach with a glass of wine 

Sending our love and prayers to all of you- Sherry, Vince, Chris, Ann, Domino and Jelly ❤️ Tiffany’s bright smile and spark will be missed but never forgotten. 

Paul, Shivaun, Bridget, Shannon and Aidan Miele

Tiff and I worked together for a few years, a few years ago. We sat beside each other. If you’re lucky enough to find someone who somewhat matches your sick sense of humor at the work place, you know you’ve struck gold. We didn’t touch base on a lot of tough stuff, we usually kept things pretty light. For the most part, we’d spend most of our time “gently” making fun of each other and our coworkers.  We’d laugh so much at the stupid things, and help the other out in times when the other needed it.

I’d had my daughter a year or so before meeting Tiff and she took quite the liking to Iyla, although I don’t think they’d ever actually met. Even as recent as a few months ago, she’d send me old pictures of my now 8 year old laughing about how she looked like she was going to own a hemp store while wearing a knit minion hat in a onesie with baby crocs on her feet and a wand in her hand. We’d laugh about how Iyla always looked like she was grumpy (for the record, she usually is) and she’d send me texts asking if Iyla had been in any fights lately. To which I would reply, “of course”.

The second to last time I saw Tiff, we were in the ol’ faithful Unicorn. I was headed there for a late (and obviously extended) lunch and saw her cross the street in front of me. Disappointed that I’d not had a chance to say hi to her, but happy to have seen her just the same. Low and behold, after work, she strolled into the Unicorn (yes, I was still there). We talked a bit and I’d noticed that she was wearing the same Tiffany’s bracelet I was, just on her opposite wrist. We chatted and she left. Later that night, I received a text, “Hi bracelet bestie….”.

The last time I saw her, which seems like only a few moments ago, she was standing on a corner downtown waiting to cross. I wanted to yell something profound (and likely obscene) to her but I didn’t think of it in time. As I write this now, I can see her: Black shirt, black pants, black boots, with her signature bun in her hair. “If it’s not black, put it back on the rack”, isn’t that right?!

Tiff was a good friend. At times, I think she was a better friend to me, than I was to her. She was a lot of fun, and always up for a good time with those she cared about. Even though we didn’t remain as close as we could have, I will miss her. To her parents, my heart is with you in this unimaginable time and I can only hope that the memories you hold so dear, are played slowly for you.