Tracy Barcus
It's hard to pin down one memory when it was the everyday that made her wonderful. She was everything; smart, caring, lovely, and very funny. We would play Skip-Bo til 2 a.m. and she'd still be throwing open the curtains at 7 a.m. saying how the day was half gone. That's one the most endearing things about her, she grabbed each day with fervor, facing it like the energizer bunny. I suppose it is a small blessing I never saw her any other way.
My children are entertained by her stories through me; they were beautiful stories of strength and endurance, and allow a understanding that most people aren't lucky enough to have.
It is strange what matters as a child, one of my favorite memories was when she took me to the pool in the rain and she sat and watched me. I remember going to see Ivan, church and the hour(s) of socializing afterwards, camping trips, beach walks, old movies. She was a super hero to me, able to do anything and scoffing at anyone who thought she couldn't.
Her talents were many and she shared them with those less fortunate, making dolls for Toys for Tots, and then puppets as the dolls got harder. She was set on doing her part even as age made things a little more difficult. Her love language was acts of service. It would honor her most if we all could do just one in memory of her.
