Tracy Christina was the youngest child of Robert and Norma (Jackson) Renfro. She leaves behind one brother, Eddie Renfro and a sister Rebecca (Renfro) Boatwright, two half sisters, Roxanne Renfro and Robbie Kay (Renfro) Salmon, all from 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 their mother home. Tracy also leaves behind a heartbroken Mother, that's me, Norma Renfro I feel as if my life ended the day my daughter died at only 27 years of age. I feel as if Tracy was never meant to live to be old.
Tracy was a warm-hearted, sincere, loving person. Her personality was outgoing, outstanding and unforgetable. Her laugh and sense of humor 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 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 endured the radiation, chemotherapy, surgeries, tests, 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 He did, in His own way. I believe that he rescued her from the hard life that she lived.
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 to worry again. She is walking without steel pins now, and singing in a 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,