Tyla Marie Sipe

She will be deeply missed by her devoted and loving husband of 10 years, Tracy Sipe; she leaves to cherish her memory, her sweet children: Anthony David Rooks (October 30, 1987), Nicholas Ryan Rooks (January 5, 1995) and Sara Elizabeth Nettles (December 28, 2000); her Dad Alfred Ferreira, Jr., her mom Judy Veronica Ross Ferreira.

She joins her precious son, Adam Michael Roods (August 14, 1989 - April 24, 2002); and "Nana", Roz Ferreira (October 20, 1915 - November 21, 2013).

Tyla was employed with Chase Bank as a Senior Specialist.

A Mass of Christian Burial will be held 10am, Wednesday, December 6, 2017 at St. Joan of Arc Catholic Church, 10700 Liberty Rd, Powell, OH 43065. Father James Black, Celebrant.

Tyla’s family will also receive friends from 2-5pm, Sunday, December 10th at Schoedinger Worthington Chapel, 6699 N. High Street in Worthington (1/2 South of I-270).

Eulogy offered by Tyla's husband Tracy:

Tyla was the second daughter born to Alfred Ferreira Jr. and Judy Veronica Ross as a native of the Hawaii Island Chain in Honolulu, Hawaii February 27th in the year of our lord 1968. Tyla is proceeded in passing by many close loved and cherished friend and family members. Most practically her Grandmother “Nana” Roz Ferreira who passed in 2013 at the age of 98 years old and mostly her beloved second born son Adam Michael Roods born August 14, 1989 and whom we lost on April 24, 2002 at the tender age of 12 of whom she loved dearly and thought every signal day.

She is survived by me, her husband devoted for almost 10 years, her three children, first born son being Anthony David Rooks, born October 30, 1987 whom has recently returned back to us in Ohio, her third born son Nicholas Ryan Rooks, born January 5, 1995 now is proudly in the service of United States Army assigned to Hatchet Troop 6th Squadron, 8th Cavalry Regiment stationed out of Ft. Stuart, Georgia, and then there is Tyla’s fourth child, her daughter Sarah Elizabeth Nettles, born December 28, 2000 who still lives at home with us. She has two grandchildren Mckenzie, Alivia, both of her loving parents Al and Judy Ferreira, her committed sister Laura Ferreira, her brother Christopher Ferreira, her most closest niece Casey Crawford and her 3 children.

Tyla was born and raised for a time in Hawaii were she attended St. Joseph’s Catholic and Our Lady of good Counsel Catholic Schools. From there the family moved to the main land and resided in Oregon and then in the state of Washington where Tyla attended Our Lady of Lourdes Catholic, St. Anne’s Catholic Schools and finished her education in Battle Ground high school. Growing up she enjoyed spending time learning the traditions of the heritage in native Hawaiian disciplines like the ukulele and proper dancing in a hula hula grass skirt. Tyla reminisced a lot on the time she would spend with her father on the farm working with the livestock and how all the animals would follow in a parade fashion when they would walk the property. There was a particular turkey I think that would always stand guard to protect the family from the mail man. A source of comical relief, not so much for the mail man I’m pretty sure. One particular incident kept coming up with her sister and herself being forced to help deal with some combination of a rabbit, a hernia and a merciful demise with a hatch that sent Tyla’s sister screaming to the house and stranding Tyla alone with her dad to hold the feet that still to this day causes controversy between the two of them. That story’s true detail and responsibility will requires some clarification from Al I am afraid. But it was constant stories like this and many other that laid down a wonderful lively child hood for Tyla. A safe and warm place full of love and fond memories of her sister with dad shaking his head, mom shaking her finger that always kept her grounded to family and loved ones.

I met Tyla almost 11 years ago. We started a romance over an internet web site where we fell in love, flying back and forth from Ohio to Washington and Washington to Ohio with the time apart becoming less and less every trip. I remember my first official trip to Washington to meet the kids and family. I met Anthony an adult kid care free and loving to pester his mom like only sons can do. He was going to be one that would need to have to approve of me. Then I laid down on the floor with jet lag and just before I started to fall asleep I felt the softest drag of a blanket starting at my feet up to my shoulders and as I cracked an eye open there stood 3 feet tall, Sarah, only to return my thanks by coming straight back with a pillow and I knew I was in real trouble with that one because she was just to damn cute. I sat down with Nick on the second day to help him with his math homework and it took about 5 min for him to go from on the dining room chair to laying on the floor under the table lifting it with his feet. As I crossed my eyes I knew this one would be a handful for sure. But it was on my third trip. I remember clearly I was sitting back in the corner of the living room just watching. Watching Tyla sending Nick to help Sarah finish her bath in mom’s Jacuzzi tub. Anthony getting his hand smacked with a spoon trying to sneak food while Tyla cooked dinner, feed the cat, kept the washer and dryer flowing with her granddaughter running between her legs and doing it with easy and grace. I knew she was the real thing, a full nonnegotiable package deal. Lock stock and barrel, all 3 children I was hooked. See Tyla had this effect on people. She was a light in the room with her “Morning Sunshine’s” and pretty smile. She had a way of trying to make everything ok when it wasn’t. She could make you smile when you need it most. She was most defiantly a one off. She was Tyla. In our marriage we had our great times together. We had our rough patches as well. She drove me crazy and then came back and made me love her even more. Whether it was her Mommy horns the size of the branches on a 100 year oak tree or her heart as big as the world. She absolutely owned the color pink for sure and should have had stock in the plastic flower industry. She was fiercely independent and yet delicately exposed at times. Lovingly stubborn, passionately exclusive and boldly privet. It was the Tyla effect. It took time but the thing I learned to love the most about my wife was her humanity. Her flaws and grace in which she lived with them. Tyla was while her own self she was just like the rest of us finding her way through life as it came, and to do the best she could learning as we went. I always say my job today is to find something to learn so I can be a better person for tomorrow. The truth is Tyla showed me more things and taught me more things about myself that….has, is and will continue to change me for the better. She was for sure the best of me in more ways then not. Her gift to her children was her never ending unconditional love. Her gift to her parents and family was her never waving commitment in compassion. It was Tyla gift to all of us that had the chance to know her to have experienced the Joy of friendship, good times and found memories. At the end Tyla was Tyla, a package deal, one of a kind.

It is my hope for all of you at some time in your future when you find a quiet moment alone in reflection and when you think of her you won’t want to cry so much, but rather you will find a little joy in her smile, some fellowship in your struggles and little light in your heart from her love. It is the Tyla effect.

I recalled written once something that has seen me difficult time. I thought I might share it.

In the passages of life……we all have had……and will find ourselves again……at times of fear……pain……and anger dealing with the tribulations of this life we live here……when not of our own means are we pulled and pushed from our true paths set before us.……It is only at these moments……of the deepest……darkest……despair can we be afforded the chance……to open ourselves and see the brilliance of the light that exists within all us all……which will illuminate and guiding us on our own journey back to a course of……piece and grace with safe passage from the dangers and pitfalls amongst the shadows of the obis.……It is too each their own……in their own time……and in their own way……incumbent to seek fulfilment of their lives and hearts so to be a bacon for not only themselves……as well as thoughts else who are lost.

Tyla Baby I tell you I haven’t lost you. While you’re not here with me, you will always in one way or another be part of me, the better part of me. Thank you for the Daddy horns. I will keep my promises and will do what it takes as I have always and will always do. Rest now baby and be reunite with Adam and thoughts whom went before you. Look down on us from time to time and give us a smile. I love you, I got ya down here. I will see ya when my work is done.

Love Tracy