Tristan Glaspie Obituary, Death – It seems like there aren’t enough words no matter how many times I try to write this. No matter how many times I try to write this, it will not come out right. I’ve given up counting how many times I’ve tried to write it. In reality, our actions and the quality of the relationships we build with the people in our immediate vicinity have far more of an effect on those around us than the words we choose to use.
This is truest for those who are physically close to us. Thank you for teaching me the importance of being patient and how a genuine smile can convey an abundance of knowledge without any effort on my part. For this, I offer my deepest thanks. I admire your lack of arrogance. As I’ve traveled through life, I’ve learned that encounters with truly remarkable people are exceedingly uncommon.
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned to value this more and more. I am confident in saying that you, Tristan Glaspie, are a remarkable person on every level because I have no reason to believe otherwise. The company you work for shares its name with the term “Mom,” which you used to refer to me as. I called you “Kid” at the office because it was hilarious to me.
When I heard you were mowing around town in the summer and didn’t bring any water with you, I went looking for you. “Thanks, Work Mom. It was about a million degrees outside.” It was like a million degrees outside, and I knew you hadn’t remembered to bring any with you, so I went and found you. It was like a million degrees outdoors, and I knew you hadn’t remembered to bring any with you, so I went and found you.