I have been struggling with this post for a couple of days now, as I can’t seem to get the words together to express how I feel.
My heart is heavy, knowing I will never get a chance to meet you in real life, to give you a hug and tell you how much you mean to me.
As technology progresses and social media becomes sophisticated, we can now so easily communicate with anyone, anywhere in the world.
This is what happened to me.
In July 2012, I stumbled across a website called TpT, purely accidentally, as I was browsing Pinterest. My curiosity was piqued and I had to take a closer look. How had I not noticed before? Teaching resources to download at the click of a button, regardless of where you lived - I was amazed! I soon found the TpT forums and although I was initially too shy to post, I read and I read. I learned that people had teaching blogs and I read some more, all summer long! I thought ‘I could do this’ and jumped in with both feet, as usual! But I had to learn, so back to the TpT forums and that is where I first met Cynthia around November of that year. She was desperately sad about her friend, Teresa, who was so ill, and wanted to help with Teresa’s medical expenses. I was so moved, I made my donation and sent a ‘stranger’ a ‘Get Well’ card, all the while amazed at this caring, close knit community.
Little did I know at that time, that Cynthia would soon be contacting me to join a facebook group with some others who had also donated to Teresa’s cause. Fast forward to April 2014 and our small group of bloggy friends is still going strong. What started as a support group for TpT sellers turned into something much more, much greater than we could ever have guessed at the time – all made possible by the wonders of modern technology that allows us to connect no matter where we are.
Every day, without fail and despite time zone differences, we log in to say hello, catch up and share life’s up and downs. The bonds that have formed with this group of girls are amazing! I feel like we have known each other as friends for years. I can’t ever imagine not being able to chat with them every day and to share our joys and sorrows, our successes and failures. I know we will always be there for one another.
This story really explains how I came to meet Teresa and how much she meant to all of us. Despite her failing health, Teresa was a beacon for positive thinking. She had a happy outlook on life, her humor was infectious and she always had a kind word for everyone. She was with us as much as her health allowed and never failed to be encouraging and loving in everything she said and did. Words can’t adequately say how much I, we, will miss her. Teresa was famous for her ‘happy dances’, her ‘money dances’, her ‘snow dances’, so, Teresa, dance on in heaven, my sweet friend, until we meet again.
Much love, Teresa – I will miss you.
You can shed tears that she is gone
Or you can smile because she has lived
You can close your eyes and pray that she will come back
Or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left
Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her
Or you can be full of the love that you shared
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday
You can remember her and only that she is gone
Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
Or you can do what she would want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
David Harkins (1959 – )