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Readings at the Service April 20, 2011
My Sister Trisha
By: Liz Smallwood
April 2007
My sister Trisha was a beautiful woman, inside and out. She was such a dedicated and passionate person. I could always count on her to help me out when I needed it the most. Without any hesitation at all she would be there to make sure everything was okay.
Trisha was also a very hardworking student. She absolutely loved school. We would tease her and say she was going to be a professional student. She enjoyed learning so much and even more so, she loved teaching other people.
I am so blessed to have so many memories with my sister. She and I have always been so close so I know she will be with me everyday.
There are so many things I will miss about Trisha. I will miss her attempts at doing the running man. I will miss her hoarse voice when she was younger and teasing her about sounding like a seal. I will miss her complaining that she failed a test, for real this time, even though she always got A's. I will miss our never ending shopping trips that would end in Trisha walking out of the mall with nothing. I will miss her amazing serves and dives on the sand volleyball court. I will miss calling her Pattie just to bug her. I will miss her taking a thousand pictures of the same view of the ocean. I will miss her taking care of me because I was her baby sister. I will miss her huge heart that alwasy wanted everyone around her to be happy.
I could go on forever. Trisha was such an amazing sister, daughter, niece, aunt, friend, student and co-worker. She was someone we could all depend on and trust. I wish she knew how loved she was and how many lives she touched. We are all better people because she was part of our lives. I will always love you, Trisha.
Written by Ellen Moeller
April 20, 2007 (read at the funeral service)
Trisha was also a very hardworking student. She absolutely loved school. We would tease her and say she was going to be a professional student. She enjoyed learning so much and even more so, she loved teaching other people.
I am so blessed to have so many memories with my sister. She and I have always been so close so I know she will be with me everyday.
There are so many things I will miss about Trisha. I will miss her attempts at doing the running man. I will miss her hoarse voice when she was younger and teasing her about sounding like a seal. I will miss her complaining that she failed a test, for real this time, even though she always got A's. I will miss our never ending shopping trips that would end in Trisha walking out of the mall with nothing. I will miss her amazing serves and dives on the sand volleyball court. I will miss calling her Pattie just to bug her. I will miss her taking a thousand pictures of the same view of the ocean. I will miss her taking care of me because I was her baby sister. I will miss her huge heart that alwasy wanted everyone around her to be happy.
I could go on forever. Trisha was such an amazing sister, daughter, niece, aunt, friend, student and co-worker. She was someone we could all depend on and trust. I wish she knew how loved she was and how many lives she touched. We are all better people because she was part of our lives. I will always love you, Trisha.
Written by Ellen Moeller
April 20, 2007 (read at the funeral service)
"Oh you guys don't look at my hair. It's flat today". This was a typical morning greeting from Trisha. Followed by; " I couldn't get it to do anything this morning, or I got up late. Apparently there are people remembering Trisha as a shy nurse who would barely speak. Well boy did she come out of her shell. Trisha was quite the practical joker. She used her "shyness" to avoid getting in to trouble for it. Nobody would believe us when we said," it was Trisha's idea". That statement was met with; "yea, right, I bet it was". Boy would she get a good laugh at us. If you left your car keys out she would move your car, well she only actually moved one car, but she'd say it almost every weekend. She never had the guts to move Karen's car. The fun and commradory that occurred on the weekend never ended at 7:30pm on Sunday. There were after work dinners with discussions that would close a few restaurants down. We were actually asked to leave the China Cottage so THEY could go home. Phone calls during the week to plan a carry in for the up coming weekend or a practical joke that required a little advanced planning. There were car windows that needed painting, or there were charge nurse's that needed to think their staff wasn't coming to work that morning. As the studies for her master's degree got more involved the calls were less frequent but never the less she always checked in. For those of you who don't know. Every month the resident doctors change at Kettering. So the first weekend of the month was spent with us having to find out who was single and we always had to find out their age. She sure had a fondness for them, however she never went out with them. She always thought they had the wrong hair color.Trisha earned her BSN of nursing and. kept on going. She had just recently earned her Master's degree and had passed her test to become a Nurse Practioner. She had had a few job offers but she was unsure which one to pursue. Trisha had a love for cardiac nursing. She was hoping to secure a job with a cardiologist locally of course. Moving away and change was not her thing. We teased her and told her we weren't holding our breath when it came to job hunting. We were continuing to make our plans for the summer with her included because we knew she'd still be working weekends with us. We would plan to get together during the week. We had a Christmas luncheon every year with an ornament exchange. We planned a Kings Island day on Trisha's birthday, but little Austin was born that day so we postponed it. We managed to have a few get togethers. We went to Trisha's last summer to cookout. Liz made these incredible hamburgers and all the kids played and the adults played com hole. We made it to Polly's for an afternoon. Trisha didn't stay to cookout, her family was doing something and she needed to get home to be with them. We had just recently taken a bunk bed to Abby and we turned it in to a cookout. Poor Liz cooked in the rain for us. We sat around her living room sharing work stories about Trish with her sisters and her mom. Liz even got a few photos out of Trisha when she was younger, boy did we have fun with those.Trisha would speak about her family every weekend. She would share with us Abby's soccer or her baseball playing. Something cute Austin would do. Every family would have disagreements but Trisha would speak so warmly and fondly of her family. Trisha was very close to them and it showed. She was so proud of the mother Kris was to Abby and Austin. She was proud of Liz becoming a teacher. She loved her mother dearly. She spoke of her aunt Laura and her family as well. There are a few common traits of Trisha that everyone will remember. Trisha loved being a nurse, she loved to care for people. Trisha loved her friends but most importantly she loved her family and it showed.