Theresa A Smith

February 2, 1970 - August 12, 2021

Theresa Smith was a free spirit that did things her own way and didn't give a damn what other's said or thought. She was a women whose number one goal in life was being a good mother, something she did in spades. Theresa is survived by her 5 children Sierra, Sereyna, Zackary, Nicholas, and Abagail. Theresa didn't have an easy life but had a love for the arts and had attend an acting highschool in her teens. Theresa supported her family by working hard and after the birth of her son Zack working for Wawa where she made life long friends and was well known for her attitude and hard work ethic. Theresa is remembered most by her children for her kind and loving shoulder to cry on or her words of wisdom that never seemed to be the wrong thing to hear. She never judged anyone for lest you be judged. Her children will carry her words of wisdom and her many quotes in their hearts but mostly this quote by Shakespeare that she loved to use more than once. All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms; And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lin’d, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. Theresa Smith has exited the stage but the show will continue on with those who know and love her. Her memory and her wisdom will never die.