My father in law died last week.
Life dealt Terry a pretty crappy hand all things considered.
He did not have an easy time of it for the last five years or so – and with multiple sclerosis a constant companion and burden, life before that hadn’t exactly been a picnic for him either.
In the last few months his health deteriorated quite dramatically and there were times when it seemed like he was ready to leave us – and then he rallied.
Last week he really was ready, and there was no coming back.
Terry – you endured what seemed, to me, to be impossible things to endure, with grace, good humour and fortitude. I don’t think I ever heard you complain, in all the years I knew you, about your condition and the indignities that were visited upon you because of that condition. You remained steadfast in adversity and kept your spirit intact where lesser people (like me), fail on an almost daily basis to cope with much less.
Even in your darkest moments, your worries seemed more for the problems you were causing others than for what you were going through yourself.
I’d say those were pretty admirable qualities.
I am so very sorry for everything you have endured over these long and wearying weeks of ebbing away. I cannot say we were friends in the time we knew each other, but if I could have made things easier for you in those last weeks it would have been the very least I could have done for you. I am sorry I could not.
Whatever comes next, Terry, I wish you happy.