Tressa Sue Fawns

Tressa Fawns, 60, of Bloomington, passed away on Wednesday, February 25, 2026, leaving behind a silence that feels impossible to fill. The world is a little quieter without her laugh, a little less bright without her love.

Her memorial service will be held at 10:00 am on Saturday, March 14, 2026 at East Lawn Funeral Home, Bloomington. Visitation will follow the service on Saturday from 11:00 am to 1:00 pm, where food and beverage will be provided. Cremation rites have been accorded.

In lieu of flowers, memorials may be directed to Autism McLean (autismmclean.org).

To share condolences with the family, or to view her online tribute, please visit www.eastlawnmemorial.com

She was born March 23, 1965 in Jacksonville, daughter of Margorie Edwards and Roger McKinney. She is survived by her father, Roger McKinney and three sisters, Karla Antle-Gregory, Patricia Cuti and Pamela McKinney. She also leaves behind her devoted longtime boyfriend of 23 years, Scott Adams; her children, Tammy Fawns, Gordon (Carolyn) Ford, Jackie (Jimmie Evans) Ruiz and Jennifer (Darin) Coomer, who were her pride, her purpose, and the lucky recipients of her fierce, unwavering love.

But if you asked Tressa what her greatest title was, she would not have said mother, partner, or friend. She would have said Grandma. Her twelve grandchildren, Trae, Peyton, Kenzie, Zoe, Karlee, Mikey, Chandler, Jade, Jaylynn, Colton, Brayden, and RigLeigh, were her entire universe. She loved them louder than anyone thought possible. She cheered harder, hugged tighter, and bragged longer. Whether it was a softball game, a fundraiser, or just in the living room, she showed up big. You always knew when Tressa was there. You could hear her. You could feel her. And you knew you were loved.

Tressa was preceded in death by her beloved mother, Margorie Glenn; bonus mother, Janice McKinney and her husband, Timothy Fawns.

She had a soft spot for Miss Piggy, cozy pajamas, and her fur grandbabies. She found joy in the simple things: a good bargain, a perfectly cleaned kitchen, giving gifts just to see someone smile. Giving was her love language. If you mentioned liking something once, she would show up with it wrapped in a bag before you could blink.

Tressa was funny, loud, hard-headed in the most endearing way, and endlessly caring. She was the kind of woman who would fight for you, pray for you, show up for you, and still have a witty one-liner ready. She supported everyone she knew, from softball dreams to autism awareness and everything in between. She believed in "her people" fiercely.

Tressa’s life was not quiet or small. It was bold, generous, and overflowing with love. And that love will carry on through every one of us. Her absence leaves an ache that words cannot soften.