Good afternoon, everyone.
I want to take a few moments to talk about Tracy — not just as a mother, but as someone whose heart was built for children.
When I first met Tracy, she truly believed she couldn’t have children. So when she found out she was pregnant with Anthony, the joy she felt was beyond words. It wasn’t just happiness — it was gratitude. It was purpose. It was like a light switched on inside of her that never dimmed.
From that moment on, being a mother wasn’t just something Tracy did — it was who she was.
She loved Anthony, Angeleena, and Alyssa with everything in her. But her love didn’t stop there. Tracy poured herself into every child in her life — her nieces, her nephews, her friends’ children. If you were a kid and you were around Tracy, you felt seen. You felt special. You felt loved.
At family events, she’d spend time with the adults — of course — but let’s be honest… most of the time, she was with the kids. Playing. Laughing. Listening. Making sure they were having the best time. She didn’t just attend gatherings — she created memories.
And when I look back at every memory I have of her, it’s always the same image: Tracy smiling. Tracy laughing. Those bright eyes lighting up when she looked at the children. And that laugh — that unforgettable laugh — filling the room.
To the kids, I want to speak to you directly.
As adults, we sometimes act like we have everything figured out. But the truth is, when our children grow up, we don’t always know what to do. We can go on vacations. We can stay busy. But life isn’t the same. Because raising you, loving you, building memories with you — that becomes our purpose.
And Tracy lived her purpose fully.
She poured her heart into you. She gave you her time. She gave you her energy. She gave you memories that will stay with you forever.
There’s something else important to understand about Tracy.
She lost her mom when she was only six or seven years old. She knew what it felt like to grow up longing for that mother’s love — longing for that embrace, that guidance, that presence.
And maybe that’s part of why she loved the way she did.
She made sure the children in her life felt what she didn’t get to have long enough.
She made sure you felt it — fully.
And while it’s hard for us here today… I truly believe that when Tracy opened her eyes in Heaven, the first arms around her were her mother’s.
The same love she gave so freely to all of you — she now gets to receive again.
Something she longed for.
Something she deserved.
So to the kids — hold onto the moments. Hold onto the laughter. Hold onto the way she made you feel important. Because that love doesn’t disappear.
It lives in you.
Every time you show kindness.
Every time you make someone feel included.
Every time you choose joy.
That’s Tracy.
Her legacy isn’t just in memories.
Her legacy is in the way you love.
Rest peacefully, Tracy.
You gave everything you had.
And now… you’re finally home.
⸻
