TERESA TYANN RICHMOND
11/27/1968 – 10/24/2019
Teresa Tyann Richmond was born in Harris County, Texas on November 27, 1968, the daughter of Richard Polk Richmond and Mildred Meeks Richmond, both now sleep peacefully at Brookside Cemetery. Both of her parents were each taken too early by disease. Their passing haunted Teresa for the remainder of her time here on earth and, at times, she seemed to welcome the opportunity to join them in peace. Her illness and ultimate passing came on quickly and unexpectedly with her death on October 24, 2019 after remaining in a coma for an extended period. Terry Wayne Richmond, her brother, lives in Seattle, Washington.
She lived a full childhood and youth, playing catcher for her school baseball team, a fete that would ultimately cause her pain in adult life as she dealt with muscle and back pain due to injuries. She loved to ride her bike throughout the East End neighborhood of Houston and beyond, even from freeways to the south and to highway 10 and beyond on the north. Over the past year her injury was exasperated by a fall while riding her bicycle and one that would ultimately require her admittance into the hospital many months later. It seems her bike accident caused an injury to her that, left untreated over time in addition to a bout with pneumonia resulted in her untimely and unnecessary death.
Cats were Teresa’s passion. She was always looking to help any stray. Often, she expressed that she should have been a veterinarian or worked in such a profession that allowed her to help animals. No food was good enough for her cats, be they her inside special friends like Nuggie and Squeak or stray cats that filled the porch begging for food each day. Several years earlier I had delivered Nuggie to her as a weak, dying kitten only hours old from under a neighboring home. Nuggie was at least in part Siamese. It was my privilege over the years as her neighbor and friend to sometimes buy food for her pets. She gave each a special name that I often could not recall.
Teresa was proud to be different in life, never marrying nor having children. She had many friends along the way, many of them persons that while she needed help, would give them what money and food she had to share. She never met a stranger and having been raised in the far north side rough neighborhood, she respected all persons regardless of their position, wealth, race or religion. And, she had friends who aided her over the years with support, both financial and emotional. To that couple she is forever grateful as am I for Glenn and Julie Sollberger who have stood by her in the darkest hours and to the very end.
Brookside Cemetery will be her final resting place near the parents she missed so much and so often. She was my friend for those memorable few years, helping me from time to time with my beekeeping chores and always having a quiet word of encouragement. She will be missed by all who knew her, especially me. May God give her rest and peace until that glorious final day when I hope to meet her again among the bees. With Love and deepest sorrow, Jeffery L. McMillin.
God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.
11/27/1968 – 10/24/2019
Teresa Tyann Richmond was born in Harris County, Texas on November 27, 1968, the daughter of Richard Polk Richmond and Mildred Meeks Richmond, both now sleep peacefully at Brookside Cemetery. Both of her parents were each taken too early by disease. Their passing haunted Teresa for the remainder of her time here on earth and, at times, she seemed to welcome the opportunity to join them in peace. Her illness and ultimate passing came on quickly and unexpectedly with her death on October 24, 2019 after remaining in a coma for an extended period. Terry Wayne Richmond, her brother, lives in Seattle, Washington.
She lived a full childhood and youth, playing catcher for her school baseball team, a fete that would ultimately cause her pain in adult life as she dealt with muscle and back pain due to injuries. She loved to ride her bike throughout the East End neighborhood of Houston and beyond, even from freeways to the south and to highway 10 and beyond on the north. Over the past year her injury was exasperated by a fall while riding her bicycle and one that would ultimately require her admittance into the hospital many months later. It seems her bike accident caused an injury to her that, left untreated over time in addition to a bout with pneumonia resulted in her untimely and unnecessary death.
Cats were Teresa’s passion. She was always looking to help any stray. Often, she expressed that she should have been a veterinarian or worked in such a profession that allowed her to help animals. No food was good enough for her cats, be they her inside special friends like Nuggie and Squeak or stray cats that filled the porch begging for food each day. Several years earlier I had delivered Nuggie to her as a weak, dying kitten only hours old from under a neighboring home. Nuggie was at least in part Siamese. It was my privilege over the years as her neighbor and friend to sometimes buy food for her pets. She gave each a special name that I often could not recall.
Teresa was proud to be different in life, never marrying nor having children. She had many friends along the way, many of them persons that while she needed help, would give them what money and food she had to share. She never met a stranger and having been raised in the far north side rough neighborhood, she respected all persons regardless of their position, wealth, race or religion. And, she had friends who aided her over the years with support, both financial and emotional. To that couple she is forever grateful as am I for Glenn and Julie Sollberger who have stood by her in the darkest hours and to the very end.
Brookside Cemetery will be her final resting place near the parents she missed so much and so often. She was my friend for those memorable few years, helping me from time to time with my beekeeping chores and always having a quiet word of encouragement. She will be missed by all who knew her, especially me. May God give her rest and peace until that glorious final day when I hope to meet her again among the bees. With Love and deepest sorrow, Jeffery L. McMillin.
God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.
TERESA TYANN RICHMOND
11/27/1968 – 10/24/2019
Teresa Tyann Richmond was born in Harris County, Texas on November 27, 1968, the daughter of Richard Polk Richmond and Mildred Meeks Richmond, both now sleep peacefully at Brookside Cemetery. Both of her parents were each taken too early by disease. Their passing haunted Teresa for the remainder of her time here on earth and, at times, she seemed to welcome the opportunity to join them in peace. Her illness and ultimate passing came on quickly and unexpectedly with her death on October 24, 2019 after remaining in a coma for an extended period. Terry Wayne Richmond, her brother, lives in Seattle, Washington.
She lived a full childhood and youth, playing catcher for her school baseball team, a fete that would ultimately cause her pain in adult life as she dealt with muscle and back pain due to injuries. She loved to ride her bike throughout the East End neighborhood of Houston and beyond, even from freeways to the south and to highway 10 and beyond on the north. Over the past year her injury was exasperated by a fall while riding her bicycle and one that would ultimately require her admittance into the hospital many months later. It seems her bike accident caused an injury to her that, left untreated over time in addition to a bout with pneumonia resulted in her untimely and unnecessary death.
Cats were Teresa’s passion. She was always looking to help any stray. Often, she expressed that she should have been a veterinarian or worked in such a profession that allowed her to help animals. No food was good enough for her cats, be they her inside special friends like Nuggie and Squeak or stray cats that filled the porch begging for food each day. Several years earlier I had delivered Nuggie to her as a weak, dying kitten only hours old from under a neighboring home. Nuggie was at least in part Siamese. It was my privilege over the years as her neighbor and friend to sometimes buy food for her pets. She gave each a special name that I often could not recall.
Teresa was proud to be different in life, never marrying nor having children. She had many friends along the way, many of them persons that while she needed help, would give them what money and food she had to share. She never met a stranger and having been raised in the far north side rough neighborhood, she respected all persons regardless of their position, wealth, race or religion. And, she had friends who aided her over the years with support, both financial and emotional. To that couple she is forever grateful as am I for Glenn and Julie Sollberger who have stood by her in the darkest hours and to the very end.
Brookside Cemetery will be her final resting place near the parents she missed so much and so often. She was my friend for those memorable few years, helping me from time to time with my beekeeping chores and always having a quiet word of encouragement. She will be missed by all who knew her, especially me. May God give her rest and peace until that glorious final day when I hope to meet her again among the bees. With Love and deepest sorrow, Jeffery L. McMillin.
God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.
11/27/1968 – 10/24/2019
Teresa Tyann Richmond was born in Harris County, Texas on November 27, 1968, the daughter of Richard Polk Richmond and Mildred Meeks Richmond, both now sleep peacefully at Brookside Cemetery. Both of her parents were each taken too early by disease. Their passing haunted Teresa for the remainder of her time here on earth and, at times, she seemed to welcome the opportunity to join them in peace. Her illness and ultimate passing came on quickly and unexpectedly with her death on October 24, 2019 after remaining in a coma for an extended period. Terry Wayne Richmond, her brother, lives in Seattle, Washington.
She lived a full childhood and youth, playing catcher for her school baseball team, a fete that would ultimately cause her pain in adult life as she dealt with muscle and back pain due to injuries. She loved to ride her bike throughout the East End neighborhood of Houston and beyond, even from freeways to the south and to highway 10 and beyond on the north. Over the past year her injury was exasperated by a fall while riding her bicycle and one that would ultimately require her admittance into the hospital many months later. It seems her bike accident caused an injury to her that, left untreated over time in addition to a bout with pneumonia resulted in her untimely and unnecessary death.
Cats were Teresa’s passion. She was always looking to help any stray. Often, she expressed that she should have been a veterinarian or worked in such a profession that allowed her to help animals. No food was good enough for her cats, be they her inside special friends like Nuggie and Squeak or stray cats that filled the porch begging for food each day. Several years earlier I had delivered Nuggie to her as a weak, dying kitten only hours old from under a neighboring home. Nuggie was at least in part Siamese. It was my privilege over the years as her neighbor and friend to sometimes buy food for her pets. She gave each a special name that I often could not recall.
Teresa was proud to be different in life, never marrying nor having children. She had many friends along the way, many of them persons that while she needed help, would give them what money and food she had to share. She never met a stranger and having been raised in the far north side rough neighborhood, she respected all persons regardless of their position, wealth, race or religion. And, she had friends who aided her over the years with support, both financial and emotional. To that couple she is forever grateful as am I for Glenn and Julie Sollberger who have stood by her in the darkest hours and to the very end.
Brookside Cemetery will be her final resting place near the parents she missed so much and so often. She was my friend for those memorable few years, helping me from time to time with my beekeeping chores and always having a quiet word of encouragement. She will be missed by all who knew her, especially me. May God give her rest and peace until that glorious final day when I hope to meet her again among the bees. With Love and deepest sorrow, Jeffery L. McMillin.
God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.
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