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Tracy Christina was the youngest
child of Robert and Norma (Jackson) Renfro. She leaves behind
a brother Eddie Renfro and a sister Rebecca (Renfro) Boatwright. Also,
two half sisters, Roxanne Renfro and Robbie Kay (Renfro) Salmon, all of
Texas. Tracy also leaves two precious young sons, Mathew Joseph Allen
and Justin Lee Allen.
 They were only 9 and 12 years old when God called
her home. Tracy also leaves one heartbroken Mother, Norma Renfro, who
feels as if her life ended the day her daughter died at only 27 years of
age. I feel as if Tracy was never meant to
live to be old. She was a warm-hearted, sincere, loving person. Her
personality was outgoing, outstanding and
unforgettable. Her laugh and sense of humour alone made it
worthwhile, just to know her. She was a hard worker, making the living
for her family. In spite of her physical problems from a motorcycle
accident when she was only 14, in which she broke both legs, one arm,
and pelvis, and had steel pins in both legs, she held down a fulltime
job that she had to stand on her feet all day, with a bone growing
through the bottom of one of her feet. She was clerk and manager of a
convenience store and was robbed at gunpoint twice, and both times, was
back at work the very next day. She had a hard life, for it to be such a
short one. Everything she owned was burned in a fire as it was being
moved. All was lost, even the truck and trailer. Tracy worked at one job for four years, without
missing one day of work. She suffered a miscarriage with her third baby.
She had every reason to see life as nothing but heartache. She had very
little in the way of material things, never having a nice home and
pretty things to decorate with. She had such few clothes, that they were
carried out on one arm, from the closet. All this wasn't enough....then
to fight the long hard battle with cancer. She went through the
radiation, the chemotherapy, the surgeries, the tests, the exams,
hundreds of medications, and yet never gave in
to it. She believed in God and also in miracles. She believed to the
last day of her life, that God would send a miracle. I believe that He
did, in His own way. I believe that he rescued her from the life that
she had. He didn't answer our prayers as we asked him to, but He took
Tracy home with him where she would be well, and safe and never have to
worry again. She is walking without steel pins now, and singing in that
beautiful voice with other angels. If she managed to always be uplifting
and cheerful and hopeful and loving here, in the midst of all she had to
endure, I can only imagine how happy she is now that she is in God's
great kingdom. I don't wish her away from the Heavenly Home she is
living in now, and yet I wonder how we can go on without her presence
here. On some of my better days, when I'm not crying, I wonder if maybe
she wasn't my daughter at all... Maybe she was really an angel, just
pretending to be Mother, Daughter, Sister and Friend... Maybe God sent
her here for a short period of time to teach the ones of us that knew
and loved her so many lessons, for we did learn from her. We learned
about Love, Strength, Caring, Sharing, and
so much more. I miss my little girl, she will always be that in my mind.
She was my child, my friend, and life will never be the same again. But
then, Heaven won't either, now that she's there. Goodnight my precious
child.....Mama.
Submitted by: Norma Renfro (nrenfro@cox-internet.com)
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