Tiffany Hall was one of my best friends, but she got Glioglastoma, a rare and deadly type of cancer. Tiffany was a joy to know and I will carry her memory with me always. That is what this page is about, carrying on her memory. I love and miss you, Tiffany, and I look forwards to seeing you someday in heaven.

Tiffany was 9 years old and a joy to all who knew her. When she got cancer she started chemotherapy. The doctors gave her one month to live and she lived for nine months. When we got news that she had died, I was devastated. That night at youth, there were a lot of tears shed. Through God's help, I was able to get over her death. It has been hard, because she meant a lot to me. But God has truly been my rock through it all.

It tool me a while to really get past mourning and grieving for Tiffy. It's not like I was crying all the time, it's just that sometimes I'd hear a song we both loved or see someone that reminded me of her or start remembering stuff we did together and it would really get to me. Finally, while I was on a summer mission trip to Panama in 2000, something happened that ended my grief.My team went to the Mother Teresa home in Panama City to minister to the people there, and some of us were in the children's section. While we were there, I was walking around praying for and talking to some of the children in cribs. These kids were orphaned and horribly deformed, but their smiles were so precious. One girl caught my eye. She resembled Tiffany a little, but she also reminded me so much of Tiffy the last time I saw her(about a month or two before she died), just how her legs were and all. But she smiled and her smile and her eyes were so sweet and happy, they looked like Tiffany's eyes always did, they had love and hope. I was about to start crying, so I left the building and went outside. Finally, when our bus got there, I got on and sat down in my place and just started crying. Courtney (a girl I roomed with on the missions trip) came over and prayed and talked with me and I found a verse in my Bible that really hit home:

Matthew 22:32b "He is not the God of the dead but of the living."

After that, I realized that I had been holding on too hard. I hadn't been letting go of my pain, I hadn't truly given it all to God. On that day(July 3, 2000), I gave the pain and the grief to God. I let go of it all. I still have the memories, but they're good. Now, instead of making me sad, they actually make me smile and it gives me true joy to Remember Tiffany.

Our Song

"Hurry up and put on your clown costume,Tiffany" said Esther. "We don't want to keep our audience waiting". As soon as the girls had on their costumes, they went out into the living room to put on their show.

I have memories of putting on all sorts of shows, with Tiffany. Clown Shows, Fashion Shows, and sometimes plays.We always had a great time,doing that. It wasn't all fun and games, though. Sometimes, we would get into arguments.We always made up, in the end. prefer to think of the fun times we had together.That's one of the reasons for this page.

"Hey Tiffany, we're here. Let's go find the goats. We're starting to run out of names for these babies." said Esther. Just then, some babies ran up to get some attention. Two brother goats ran up to get petting. "I know" said Tiffany, "We'll name these two Micah and Nahum." Soon, the two girls were petting and playing with goats.

I have memories of playing with goats,horses and donkeys with Tiff. We both loved animals(especially cute ones) and had fun naming the baby goats down the road. She named the two goats Micah and Nahum after the books of the Bible.

"Hey Esther, let's go have a mudfight" said Tiffany. The two girls ran off to get permission from Esther's mom and to ask their brothers to join them. Soon, clad in bathing suits, they were swinging from trees, throwing mud, splashing each other, and eventually indulging in a mud fashion show.

One time, when Tiffy and her brothers (Aaron and Jason) were staying at our house while their parents were in Kiev, all of us(including my brother, Josiah) made a big mudpit and had a mudfight. At the end, we had a mud fashion show with the guys showing off their new "Camo paint" and we ladies showing off our "makeup and shampoo". It was a whole lot of fun, until we had to try to get all of the mud out of our hair and ears.

Tiffany was a little mother. She mothered everyone and everything that she deemed as needing it. One time,I had spent the night at her house, because my mom was out of town. The next morning when I woke up, I felt awful. I had the flu. Tiffany mothered me that morning.

The Biography of No Ordinary Child

From Tiffany's memorial service

Tiffany means,the presence and appearance of God,and she came into the family of Dennis and Vicki Hall at a time when they needed God's presence.Wounded from a painful experience in a church and unemployed,it seemed that another mouth to feed would only add to their burden,especially when she was born with a birth defect.Instead,she became to the whole family the joy,hope and optimism that was truly the presence and appearance of God in their lives,"...In Thy presence is fullness of joy..."(Psalm 16:11)

Yet from the day of her birth on August 20,1987,Tiffy was a fighter.God miraculously worked and she overcame the difficulties of a cleft palate.She sculpted her place in the family as the giggling,laughing center of attention. Somehow,in spite of being the youngest of three brothers and one sister,she had a way of taking charge and making things happen.In fact,her siblings laughingly called her "the Boss".She loved to dance,swim,play and "mother" any child or creature she deemed needing it.Something about her seemed to draw the neighborhood children around the Hall house day and night.She never met a person she didn't see as a potential friend and playmate,young or adult.

Having heard of Jesus from the time she was born,it is not surprising that she asked Jesus into her heart at the age of six.She was baptized in the San Gabriel River and loved her church.That love was returned by Round Rock Chapel and the churches in Austin and from all over the United States,when it was discovered in March of 1996 that she had a devastating tumor.They prayed,called, sent money and supported her in a fight that lasted eight months beyond the predictions of the doctors.She was a fighter who "fought the good fight of faith"never wanning in her spirit,cheerfulness or courage.Her spirit captured the hearts of all who fought with her.On Saturday morning,February 15,1997, Tiffany went to be with Jesus.Though we will miss her,our lives will forever be changed by her.

"The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge. He is my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold."
-Psalm 18:2

"He alone is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will not be shaken."
-Psalm 62:6

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