Teresa M. Byrne

It is still unbelievable that Terri is gone, and up in heaven watching over us. Her struggle was a long and grueling one. Yet, she always was kind and had a smile on her face. Her courage will always be my inspiration. I pray for Jack, Debbie, Artie, Mackenzie, Kennedy, Jeff, and Hope. Her shoes will never be filled, but her family will survive through their memories and her legacy. God bless you all, and thank you, Terri, for all that you have given to each and every one of us. We miss you...

Please accept my deepest sympathy to all of Terri's family. Her loss is felt in Fort Wayne, Indiana. She had become a friend, even though I only worked with her on the phone for the FAA. Terri and I had thought that we were only going to have "grand-dogs"...but then we were both blessed with grandchildren. We enjoyed many talks starting with "Mackenzie Rose".

When I would say, "Is this "Teridactil"?, she would immediately start laughing and knew who it was. (Paul Sheridan gets...

May all of God's glory shine upon you for eternity... You now live with the Glory of God in his paradise He has made for us all... We love you very much and will miss you so very dearly. We await the coming of our Glory to rejoin you in God's place. Amen

My (Pat) favorite story is the so-called "portrait" I drew of Teresa when I was 3 or 4 years old. She has been scolding me for 40 years because I had put a big dot in the middle of the picture signifying the mole she had on her face. The funny part is that I don't even remember drawing the picture, but she never forgot it!
I'm (Terri) so happy that through the wonderful world of electronics and ultrasounds, Teresa was able to meet the triplets. She really seemed to enjoy the pictures....

My Dear Friend Terri,
You were such a big part of my life and now again my heart has been broken. You told me hundreds of times "you are more than my friend you are my family" it is true you were my friend, the sister I never had an Aunt to my grandchildren and a huge part of my life. We will talk about you, laugh at the silly things you would do and say, and cry because you are not here to hug. Our grandchildren will grow up hearing the story of how we met more than 28 years ago and...