TaQuanna Green's Home Going
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TAQUANNA (TQ) MONE GREEN
Our oldest daughter of four children has finished her race. She has gone home.
From the beginning, she was a runner. She ran fast and hard. A 'headstrong' little girl who would get into everything.
We can recall when she was two years old, she rummaged through the kitchen pots and pans creating a mess only a toddler can. Eventually, she settled on of all things a container of salt.
It didn't take long before the entire kitchen was a winter wonderland of Diamond Salt Granules. With that soon to be familiar open mouth expression that meant "uh oh". We knew our girl was going to be a handful.
We wouldn't have it any other way. “Children are like a box of Chocolates”. Right?
A GOOD KID
TaQuanna was a good kid.
She was smart. She liked to read.
The "Harry Potter” Novels were a fixture around the house.
She was an athlete. Some of you probably didn’t know that.
She was a competitive swimmer. A pretty good one too.
SHE WAS COMPASSIONATE
Quick Story: Her younger brother was playing in the front yard one day. Before long her father heard the high piercing screech of a child’s voice. The kind that makes your parental mind race with a myriad of images; all of which are worse case scenarios. You know the kind?
Well, before her dad could react in any helpful way, he hears a loud banging sound coming from the front door. Then he heard glass shatter. By the time he got downstairs to assess the damage, Taquanna had already come to the rescue.
She had her little brother cradled in her arms, carrying him over the threshold of the now broken front door. He was bleeding; his knee torn open from a jagged object hidden in the grass.
She was bleeding; A cut on her shoulder from barreling through a window pane in the front door.
He was hurt. She was hurt.
But she was there to help, even if it cost her a little blood.
A TO A
The intervening years from adolescence to adulthood were challenging. There were a few hiccups, to say the least.
Mistakes made? True.
Her life was a series of up and downs.
Good and bad.
Just like ours. Just like yours.
None of us is without sin.
So no stones cast here.
GROWN UP
As the mantle of adulthood settled onto TaQuanna’s shoulders we were pleased to see our girl straighten things out. She enjoyed her new job, was promoted to a supervisory position and worked hard at it.
We were even tickled to hear her complain about the challenges of managing the temperaments and personalities of the staff under her supervision.
(Collective Sigh) Ahh! Workplace politics and adulthood.
Our baby was an adult. Lol.
We were happy to see her succeed.
When we received the call that TaQuanna was being admitted to the hospital, no one could have imagined what lay ahead.
IMAGINE THIS…
You have a headache. But you still go to work.
You take an Excedrin and push through.
Next day. The headache is still there. But you have a job to do.
Excedrin. Push through.
Third day. The headache worsens. You go to work. Pain.
You Can’t take it anymore. You leave work early.
Your baby brother drives you to get help.
You Check into Newark Beth Israel Hospital.
They do a scan. Something is wrong. A cyst.
It’s imperative you get to University Hospital.
You are transferred there. The doctors have seen this before.
They tell you that you need to have surgery on your brain.
Your head is killing you.
But you understand what’s going on.
It’s THURSDAY. The Doctors tell you the following Monday surgery will be necessary.
FRIDAY. All hell breaks loose.
The world is upside down.
PAIN beyond anything you’ve known is upon you.
Your head hurts.
The hurt is unbelievable.
PRESSURE. THE PRESSURE!
DAD! MOM!
OH GOD! MY HEAD!
You are in a battle for your life.
Spiritual. Physical.
On both fronts.
Nurses scramble.
Doctors scrub up.
Emergency surgery.
They have to do something now!
You lose consciousness.
Your world will never be the same.
RUN THE RACE
Over the last four months of our daughter's life, the physical, as well as spiritual challenges, were innumerable.
Yet, through it all the Body Of Christ never failed her, nor did He.
We give our sincere thanks in advance to those who feel called to donate in honor of our beloved daughter TaQuanna Mone Green and her surviving daughter Gabrielle Hunter.
With Love,
Jonathan and Keesha Chavis
Our oldest daughter of four children has finished her race. She has gone home.
From the beginning, she was a runner. She ran fast and hard. A 'headstrong' little girl who would get into everything.
We can recall when she was two years old, she rummaged through the kitchen pots and pans creating a mess only a toddler can. Eventually, she settled on of all things a container of salt.
It didn't take long before the entire kitchen was a winter wonderland of Diamond Salt Granules. With that soon to be familiar open mouth expression that meant "uh oh". We knew our girl was going to be a handful.
We wouldn't have it any other way. “Children are like a box of Chocolates”. Right?
A GOOD KID
TaQuanna was a good kid.
She was smart. She liked to read.
The "Harry Potter” Novels were a fixture around the house.
She was an athlete. Some of you probably didn’t know that.
She was a competitive swimmer. A pretty good one too.
SHE WAS COMPASSIONATE
Quick Story: Her younger brother was playing in the front yard one day. Before long her father heard the high piercing screech of a child’s voice. The kind that makes your parental mind race with a myriad of images; all of which are worse case scenarios. You know the kind?
Well, before her dad could react in any helpful way, he hears a loud banging sound coming from the front door. Then he heard glass shatter. By the time he got downstairs to assess the damage, Taquanna had already come to the rescue.
She had her little brother cradled in her arms, carrying him over the threshold of the now broken front door. He was bleeding; his knee torn open from a jagged object hidden in the grass.
She was bleeding; A cut on her shoulder from barreling through a window pane in the front door.
He was hurt. She was hurt.
But she was there to help, even if it cost her a little blood.
A TO A
The intervening years from adolescence to adulthood were challenging. There were a few hiccups, to say the least.
Mistakes made? True.
Her life was a series of up and downs.
Good and bad.
Just like ours. Just like yours.
None of us is without sin.
So no stones cast here.
GROWN UP
As the mantle of adulthood settled onto TaQuanna’s shoulders we were pleased to see our girl straighten things out. She enjoyed her new job, was promoted to a supervisory position and worked hard at it.
We were even tickled to hear her complain about the challenges of managing the temperaments and personalities of the staff under her supervision.
(Collective Sigh) Ahh! Workplace politics and adulthood.
Our baby was an adult. Lol.
We were happy to see her succeed.
When we received the call that TaQuanna was being admitted to the hospital, no one could have imagined what lay ahead.
IMAGINE THIS…
You have a headache. But you still go to work.
You take an Excedrin and push through.
Next day. The headache is still there. But you have a job to do.
Excedrin. Push through.
Third day. The headache worsens. You go to work. Pain.
You Can’t take it anymore. You leave work early.
Your baby brother drives you to get help.
You Check into Newark Beth Israel Hospital.
They do a scan. Something is wrong. A cyst.
It’s imperative you get to University Hospital.
You are transferred there. The doctors have seen this before.
They tell you that you need to have surgery on your brain.
Your head is killing you.
But you understand what’s going on.
It’s THURSDAY. The Doctors tell you the following Monday surgery will be necessary.
FRIDAY. All hell breaks loose.
The world is upside down.
PAIN beyond anything you’ve known is upon you.
Your head hurts.
The hurt is unbelievable.
PRESSURE. THE PRESSURE!
DAD! MOM!
OH GOD! MY HEAD!
You are in a battle for your life.
Spiritual. Physical.
On both fronts.
Nurses scramble.
Doctors scrub up.
Emergency surgery.
They have to do something now!
You lose consciousness.
Your world will never be the same.
RUN THE RACE
Over the last four months of our daughter's life, the physical, as well as spiritual challenges, were innumerable.
Yet, through it all the Body Of Christ never failed her, nor did He.
We give our sincere thanks in advance to those who feel called to donate in honor of our beloved daughter TaQuanna Mone Green and her surviving daughter Gabrielle Hunter.
With Love,
Jonathan and Keesha Chavis
Fundraising team (8)
Jonathan Chavis
Organizer
Orange, NJ
Keesha Chavis
Team member
Margo Walter
Team member
Norma Prescott
Team member
Maquand Rudolph
Team member
