Terry could be unpredictable.
One minute he would be laughing and smiling; the next minute you
might have to duck to avoid anything that was handy to throw your way.
His laughter was infectious.
Many times, out of the blue we would start with a grin then the
grin would develop into a full smile followed by minutes of laughter.
I often wondered what he was thinking to bring him such joy and
wished I could know how to make it happen again.
Terry could not communicate to us what
he felt inside but we knew when he was hungry.
He would clap his hands and point towards the refrigerator.
He was always happy to have a hamburger from McDonalds or a Dairy
Queen Blizzard. He would eat
mashed potatoes and gravy and always stole his father’s beer when he was
not looking. He actually
stole the beer when he was looking but that never bothered Pat.
Terry loved to travel which suited his
dad who also loves to travel.
Terry could be feeling bad and all that had to happen to make him
happy again was to get in the car and go for a ride.
Terry loved Batman.
He would watch recorded tapes of the Batman TV series for hours
on end. He also loved the
pool and combined his love for Batman and his love of the pool in antics
played out while in the water.
He would stand on the steps of the pool and playfully smack
himself in the jaw like he saw Batman do to the bad guys.
He would then fall back into the pool as if the blow knocked him
off his feet.
Many good times come to mind but two of
them stand out for me. I am
sure my own family gets tired of hearing them but I guess we all have
certain things that stand out about everyone that gets repeated.
We were in a restaurant one day sitting
in a booth. Terry had his
back to a couple, one of whom was bald.
We were all just sitting there; talking or eating, when suddenly
Terry reached around and stroked the man’s bald head.
The man stood up abruptly and turned to see who violated his
shiny globe when he saw it was Terry.
The smile on Terry’s face was priceless and immediately
dissipated any anger the man might have felt.
We were at the airport; perhaps it was
one of my visits to Tucson before I retired from the Army.
We were on our way to baggage claim when Terry decided he wanted
to sit down. He chose a most
inconvenient spot; right in front of the escalator down to the baggage
area. Pat and I tried to
coax him to get up but were unsuccessful.
So, with each of us on one side of him grabbed his arms and
lifted him up. Do you know
he kept his legs crossed? I
don’t know how long he kept them crossed but I remember that he was not
making things easy for us.
I have heard his father, Pat; refer to
Terry as his best friend.
Terry is certainly that as they spent almost all of the minutes in a day
together since Pat’s retirement many years ago.
Jo, Terry’s mother always looked at
Terry with the kind of looks all loving mothers give their children.
Candy, Patty and my wife Tonya all loved Terry as
any sister would love their brother.
At times they would bug him and he would bug them; but that is
how it is between loving siblings.
There were always plenty of hugs to balance everything out.
And I have lost a brother too.
We love you Terry and wish you the kind
of happiness in Heaven you missed here on Earth.