One of the vacations we went on together was to the Grand Canyon to ride the mules to the bottom of the canyon and spend the night and ride back up the next morning. I remember just before we were to leave Terry bought two things in the gift shop...a pretty expensive cowboy hat and a lot of Pepto Bismol. There was a time when Terry and I were preachers in Michigan at the same time and I was supposed to speak at a Statewide convention and they had Terry introduce me. There was a typo in the program so he followed what it said and introduced me like it was written...Red Idle. He laughed so hard as he was trying to introduce me.
But probably the way I remember Terry the most is that he was a good friend to my older brother and sister. Terry wasn't a big sports nut like my family, but he would sit in the room and watch the games because that is what everyone else was doing. He didn't have to be the center of attention, but he could always be seen sitting on the side, laughing hysterically when his friend Jack or my brother Steve would crack a joke. Terry was "there" for you, you know? He was just the type of guy who everyone likes. You couldn't say a bad word about Terry because there was nothing bad about him. He was a good husband, a good father, a good brother, and a good son. Simply put, he was a good man. A man of God. He will be missed that is for sure. Terry was one of the good guys.
To Luann, his wife, you are in our prayers. To Ken and Carol, his parents, I am so sorry for your loss. I want to leave you with this if I can.
"Grieve not for me, nor let one small tear fall. For things you dream of, I now see. And brother, it's worth it all" Terry is walking hand in hand with Jesus now. WOW.
