I have known Terry most of my life since he married my sister Vicky when I was 6 years old.   I have many memories of our time together;   

- he was the first one to take me skiing,  he tied a long rope around my waist to keep my speed under control but when you can’t even standup and ski a few feet the rope to keep me under control didn’t work.  Lessons happened a few years later

- when I had my learners permit I took my parents 1965 t-bird out for a joy ride since they had gone square dancing for the night.  Vick and Terry saw me driving it.   A little later they got a call from Wheat Ridge police to come drive me and the wrecked t-bird home

- I worked for Terry during the summer at a couple of  the businesses he managed.  First one was The Garage where I was a parts runner and given the nickname “Flash” because of my frequent trips where I got lost and would take much longer then it should have.  Also napping on the “creeper” underneath a car that was up on jack stands added to the job benefits.  Second job was northwest motor welding where I was the “gopher” and  sandblasted engine heads in a tiny, dark, hot shed wearing a big heavy safety jacket and welders helmet.   Terry liked sending me to the sandblasting booth

- After my dad (George) died Terry and I would get together at  the Iron Horse bar and share some beers and he would tell me stories of dad’s adventures and family history.   He also shared stories with me about his Vietnam  years.  

- Terry and I put together my “Home Depot” shed over a few weeks time which still stands today 

- Terry hated the game “Mexican Train” but enjoyed watching everybody else play it and offer “constructive “  criticism 

- Terry ranted and raved about the corruption in professional sports but would still watch the games and share his knowledge and opinions

- These are just a few of the stories but some of the most memorable to me

- I miss Terry he was a big part of my life.   All I can do now is relive the many,  many memories.

While Vicki shared some information about Terry and her family with me (she and I became good friends through playing tennis, and I kind of felt like I knew him and her wonderful sons, daughters-in-law and grandkids), I actually only talked to Terry on the phone. I often had to call Vicki about  a tennis matter or maybe a coffee date she and I had. The last time I talked to him was after he had gotten sick, and we briefly discussed how he was feeling. He sounded a bit tired but not really down...When I called, Vicki sometimes was out doing something, and I would ask Terry about her or ask him  to have her call me. He was always friendly, patient and helpful with my many calls. Vicki told me she was lucky to have him for a husband!