Terri was the youngest of five children, born in January 1964 in Salt Lake City, Utah to Robert Edwin Harker and Margaret Ann Anderson. She was such a cute chubby baby and always made us laugh.

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She loved music, ice skating, skiing, snowmobiling, and her dogs.

She collected dolls, snowmen, lighthouses, and snow globes.

She loved Jane Austen, singing in choirs, traveling.

She had fun memories of building the family cabin in Montana and going there each summer and winter.

She loved and was proud of her Icelandic heritage.

She liked to do family history and temple work.

Terri was so thoughtful, She always sent birthday cards to everyone in the family, supported her nieces and nephews in their endeavors and small businesses, She was the one that spent the most time taking care of Dad at the end of his life.

I remember I would come home from school and my sisters would be watching Gilligan’s Island. One would say, “I’m Ginger”, one would say “I’m Maryann”, then Terri would say “I’m Mrs. Howell.” Sometimes it’s hard to be the youngest.

I think she felt like she always had to be Mrs. Howell.

This scripture was on Terri refrigerator.

The Savior said,

“Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.”

Terri we love you.

Beautiful Tribute by Terri's Niece

My loving Aunt Terri's funeral services were held yesterday. The services started with the congregation singing, Love One Another," then the "Witness Choir" was there and rounded behind the congregation . The room started to swell with this beautiful music about Love and I fell apart. I was crying so hard I almost had to leave the room. I was thinking about all the people in the room who were there to express and show their love for Terri. Love -that I'm not sure she fully realized was there during her life. I had to believe that she was there and could feel it. She was kind and thoughtful. My favorite memory of her that I will always cherish - is after my daughter Selja was born she came over with a blanket. She said it was a blanket that she found in my grandma's drawer that was partially crocheted. She said she believed that Grandma was making it for me and didn't finish it before she passed away. Terri finished it and gave it to me. She was always so supportive of all her nieces and nephews and of our children. I know that being childless caused a hole in her heart so deep, that I could never understand. She would talk about when she got old that no one would be there to take care of her. I told her I would. I 100% would. She was funny and witty. She was beautiful. I always thought so even if she didn't. She sang. She sang beautifully. I know she loved her sisters. They were her best friends. She pondered things deeply and was sensitive. She was enough and she was loved. Her passing was tragic and has caused immense grief in those she has left behind. My daughter Selja turned 4 years old this week and thoughts are once again turned to how precious life is, how little time we have and how important love is. I know Terri is surrounded by peace and enveloped with love but it doesn't change the constant thoughts of would've, could've, should've. Grief needs it's time.