Celebrating the Life of Treska Marie Stinson-JenkinsJanuary 19, 1965 – August 1, 2026Some people leave this world quietly. Others leave behind a presence so strong that you can still hear their voice, feel their attitude, and remember exactly what they would have said. Treska Marie Stinson-Jenkins was one of those people. Treska was born on January 19, 1965, in West Helena, Arkansas, to Isabella Davis and Johnny Stinson. At the age of 10, Treska moved to Kansas City, Missouri, where she would eventually make her home, raise her only daughter, and build a life surrounded by family. Treska was not ordinary—and she certainly wasn't going to pretend to be. She was strong-willed, outspoken, intelligent, funny, and sometimes downright stubborn. If you made her mad, you were going to hear about it! But underneath that tough exterior was a woman who loved her family deeply and in her own unmistakable way. Treska was a woman of strength, intelligence, and undeniable personality. She was never afraid to speak her mind and had a toughness about her that stayed with her throughout her life. She had a sharp mind and a natural ability to understand medicine and anything involving the law. Her intelligence was something those around her could not miss. Treska graduated from Lincoln College Preparatory Academy and was a member of the Cobras' drill team. Treska furthered her education at Vatterott College, where she earned her associate degree as a Pharmacy Technician. She also dedicated part of her working life to serving her community through her work with the Kansas City Police Department (KCPD) and Metro. She had an aura about her that strangers would feel safe enough to talk to her about their problems. She often said it was a gift and a curse; she never understood it, but I think that was her purpose in the life she lived. Outside of work and family, Treska enjoyed the simple things that made her happy. She loved smoking her cigarettes, watching her favorite television shows and movies, and getting lost in a good book. Some of her favorite movies included A Woman Scorned, JFK, Under the Cherry Moon, and The Godfather. She had a love for reading and learning. She was very strong-willed, and she fought until the very end, literally. Even when life became difficult, there was still that Treska spirit—the look, the attitude, the expression that could say everything without her having to say a word. To know Treska was to know that she was going to be herself. She wasn't perfect, and she never claimed to be. She was human, complicated, loving, stubborn, funny, intelligent, and strong. She made mistakes, she made memories, and she left her mark. For her daughter, Krystle, she was more than a mother. She was a part of her life's foundation. For her grandchildren, Arielle and Breeon, she was Grandma. And for her nieces, nephews, great-nieces, and great-nephews, she was a part of the family story that will continue long after this day. Treska leaves behind to cherish her memory her mother, Isabella Stinson; her daughter, Krystle Stinson; grandchildren, Arielle Bown and Breeon Price Jr.; sister, Tanya Payne; nieces, LaTosha Stinson and LaTonya Stinson; nephew, John Stinson; seven great-nieces and four great-nephews, along with other relatives, friends, and loved ones. She was preceded in death by her father, Johnny Stinson, and her niece, Joanne Stinson. There will be days when her family laughs at something and thinks, “Yep…that was Treska.” There will be days when someone sees one of her favorite movies, remembers something she used to say, or catches themselves thinking about what she would have said about a situation. And there will be days when the loss hurts so badly that nothing seems to make sense. But Treska left something behind that death cannot take away: her memories, her lessons, her strength, and the pieces of herself that live on in the people she loved. One of the things she used to say was: “And this too shall pass.”Those words now carry a different meaning. Because even through the hardest days, her family will hold onto them—not because losing her is easy, but because they are a reminder that she taught them to keep going. Treska, you were one of a kind. You were loved. You were complicated. You were strong. You were Mom. You were Grandma. You were an aunt. You were family. And you will forever be a part of the people you left behind.Rest easy, Treska. And this too shall pass.