Teresa TAYLOR Obituary

My beautiful Mum, special, gentle, kind, generous and so much fun to just be with. Love you Mumma Bear, will miss you terribly. X

I was devastated to hear of the news of Teresa's battle. Teresa was a longtime participant of my fitness classes and over the years we enjoyed a great friendship full of banter. My heart goes out to George, Anna, Jacqui and all their grandchildren as well. Teresa was the absolute best Nana and I know she will be sorely missed by you all xx

I met Teresa McBrearty years ago when she was working at Phoenix Insurance with George and my late dad, Don Glasson. Sometimes she and George would come and "baby" sit ,y sister and I. I last saw her at Mum (Judith) & Dad's 50th wedding anniversary in 2019 and the thing that struck me was that she hadn't changed - still gorgeous, warm, stylish, just a fabulous person who I've always remembered fondly. And that red hair..... My heartfelt condolences on your loss George, Anna, Jacqui and the wider family. She will always have a special place in my memories.

I Am Not Ready

I am not ready
Not ready
for the quiet knowing
that time has been moving
more quickly than I believed.
I look at my mum
and see the woman
who made me,
the hands
that steadied
my beginning-
the voice
that shaped my world
before I even knew
who I would become.
And now
I see time,
quietly, persistently,
asking for its due.
She is Mum.
She is Nana-
a steady place
for her grandchildren,
always there
with encouragement,
with quiet belief,
with love that showed up
again and again.
Strong
but gentle.
Stubborn
but loving.
And sometimes-
with that little spark
of mischief
that reminded us
she was still
very much herself.
She is Nan Nan
to her great-granddaughter, Harper-
four generations
woven together
like threads
through one living cloak.
I watch Harper
reach for her-
small fingers
curling around skin
that has held
so much life,
so much love,
so many years
of caring
for all of us.
And already
we can see it-
a little of Nana in her.
The same assertiveness.
The same strength of character.
And alongside it,
the empathy,
the caring,
the quiet sensitivity
that made Mum
who she was.
And I feel
the weight of it.
How precious.
How temporary.
How miraculous
that we are here
together
at all.

I am not ready
for that thread
to loosen.

Not ready
for Harper
to know her
only in stories.

Not ready
to become
the oldest branch
holding up the sky.

I thought
there would be more time-
more afternoons
of watching
past and future
sit side by side,
more moments
standing in the middle
as daughter,
mother,
Gigi -
held
on both sides.
I am not ready
for the word "was"
to reach
into this circle.

I was not ready.