I love you, Uncle Terry. My heart is shattered…you leave us with a void that can never be filled.

Thank you for being such a good brother to me, protecting me, helping me with anything I needed. You were so much fun to be around, and we loved you so much like everyone did. Chris and I made sure you weren’t alone, and you were well taken care of. We stayed by your side from beginning to end. I will miss you T. But happy you made it and are free of the things you never asked for but were given at birth. You accomplished so much in your short life and changed so many with your generosity and kind soul. Until we meet again little brother, I love you.

I’m not good at this kind of thing but I will miss you terribly. You were a very talented man in work and sports. A quick-witted funny sort of man. lol…
You were sometimes a pain in my butt with your antics but I’d do it all again. I will miss you, Terrance you just don’t know how much. I have tears falling from my eyes while writing this. I’m so sad for you. You are with god now and he will take care of you. Bye, little brother.

I was so sad to hear of his passing . So many good memories with Terry , vacation’s we took with him , the golf the guys played together followed by cookouts and grilling . Terry was 1 of the funniest people I had ever known , his quick wit could never be duplicated and his timing was always perfect . Always willing to lend a hand , a generous man .To Lindy , Chris , Taylor and all the nieces and nephews , my heart is very heavy for you all . Loss and grief have no end I know you all know this feeling all too well ! Hold the memories close to your heart .

Lindy I am so sorry for your loss If there is anything I can do just ask I hope that we could get together some time .call if you likes to talk. take care sending my Prayers Donna

He wax definitely one of a kind. Just reading this makes me laugh. He was such little con -artist. And every naught thing he would…… he’d always get wide eyed and look at me! Like I condoned it!!! I always did. I tried to call him when he was at uncle Chrissys, he had already left. Giving grandma Mona’s dog to a stranger at a park ave fest has to be the most hysterical memory. He was the baby. Can’t help but love us! Thank you aunt Lindy for loving all of us as much as you do. There is only so much that can be done. I love you.

Thank you for everything you’ve done for me! I owe my beautiful house to you! I truly enjoyed all our talks and spending time with you. Im happy you are finally at peace! Love you Uncle Terry! 💜

I’m grateful for our times together and still will never forget when you brought Deavon and I to the store to let us get whatever we wanted and of course we pick one of the most expensive things, the power wheel four wheelers. Without batting an eye you said cool let’s check out, even when dad said they were too much you insisted. I loved your company, you always made me laugh till my stomach hurt and we’re one of the most interesting people to talk to. Give dad the biggest hug for me. I love you Uncle Terry.

The Man, The Myth, The Legend of Uncle Terry. The man encompassed every ounce of the saying. Such a kind, generous, genuine soul.

From childhood having the privilege of hanging out with my uncle was always such a joy. Both Taylor and I were able to spend a certain weekend with him in our youth. He took us to Circuit City and bought us both computer games he let us install on his new Compaq computer he had at the time. Taylor chose The Sims, the ORINGIAL Sims! And I chose Flight Simulator 2000. I will never forget opening up The Sims and all of us thinking: “What language are they speaking? I don’t understand any of this! Is it… Spanish? No…”

Uncle Terry actually got on the phone and called up the company asking “what the hell are they saying? I can’t understand any of this!”

Lo and behold, the woman on the line kindly explained they were speaking “Sim”. A gibberish language that only Sims spoke. We all had a really fun laugh at that.

My game came up, and Uncle Terry was adamant about getting me the correct controller for flying a plane: a yoke. He wasn’t able to source one but goodness if he didn’t try for me.

While it was downloading he gave myself and Taylor both cigarettes to put in our mouth for a picture. I can still hear his laugh saying: “oh I’m sending this right to your mother. You’re in BIG trouble.”

Throughout all the times I spent with Uncle Terry, there was never a dull moment. Even down to getting on 390 when he had an old truck he put a plow on the front of. He casually picked his nose and found gold, looked over at me and without missing a beat said: “I’m so sorry you had to see that”, all the while his eyes half-squinted and with a smirk on his face. He didn’t care in the least bit. It was just his witty, sarcastic sense of humor coming through.

One of my most cherished memories of Uncle Terry was how he knew I was so into aviation. He went down to the airport and bought me three flight hours with a flight instructor. Had it set up for me, and left me a note which I still have; a piece of paper ripped out of a spiral notebook saying: “That’s three hours worth. Let me know if you need a ride.”

I still have that note, and I will never get rid of it.

Uncle Terry was a brilliant man in so many ways. A genuine and kind man, who at his core of a person is nothing short of an inspiration for what the rest of humanity should be in terms of how we treat one another. He will be loved in our memories, and very much missed when hearing the door open, seeing him come through, and his smile and way of saying “Hey!”

Uncle Terry really did encompass the saying of: “the man, the myth, the legend”. The man was nothing short of a legendary person.

A kind, generous, and genuine person. There was nobody he wouldn’t help, no job he couldn’t do or figure out.

One of my favorite memories was Taylor and myself spending a weekend with Uncle Terry, and he brought us to Circuit City to buy us computer games. Taylor chose The Sims, the original Sims when it very first came out. I’ll never forget when it was installed and we started playing it, we couldn’t figure out what the heck they were saying. It sounded like gibberish. So Uncle Terry got on the phone and asked the company: “what in the hell are they speaking?”. To which the woman on the phone kindly explained that they were speaking “Sim”. It was a made up language.

Uncle Terry also bought me Flight Simulator 2000. It took forever to install but during the process, he was adamant about buying me the correct controller to fly a plane; a yoke. He wasn’t able to source one but goodness if he didn’t try.

Knowing that I was a big aviation fan at that age, Uncle Terry went out and bought me three flight hours with a flight instructor. I came home one day and he left me a note on a page ripped out of a spiral notebook saying:

“that’s three hours worth, let me know if you need a ride.”

I cherish that note and still have that note. And I will keep it until it disintegrates.

Uncle Terry at his core was nothing short of something that the rest of the world could take note of. If his influence as a person could reach the world: it would be a better place, and a more peaceful, genuine, loving place.

You will never be forgotten and you will never fail to still make me laugh looking back. Merging onto 390 while you picked your nose and found gold, casually looking over at me saying: “I’m so sorry you had to see that” with your grin and laugh, but knowing your witty, sarcastic sense of humor. You will always be remembered fondly, Uncle T.

I loved Terry very much! So sorry to his family