He loved to take anything apart,
then try and "fixin' it Mom".
If I went to check the mail-box,
or do laundry,
he could dismantle the microwave,
or toaster, or somthing.
Sort of a " Have screw-driver, Will open."
Of course, never getting anything back together as before.
He would call me while I was at work,
and say "Don't freak Mom,... but".
Then I knew something had happen.
Terry was somewhat accident prone.
So the "Don't freak Mom.." was always a clue.
Terry always said I freaked when he got hurt.
He was correct, I did.
With his history of burns, stitches,
broken teeth, bumps,and bangs,
Tiger would look at his scars
and repeat the story of how it happen..

Terry loved to laugh. It was a very contaigous laugh.
He loved to tell jokes
(the more adult, the better,
especially if mom got upset with the joke,
he would repeat it often..)
One could not help but to start laughing
when Terry laughed.
It did not matter that one did not know what was funny.
Tiger would laugh so hard,
he could not breathe, turn red,
and always say he was going to "pee my pants"
then laugh even harder...

Terry was a charmer.
I was once told he could Charm Christ off of the cross,
or Disneyland away from Walt.
He knew when and how to use his charm,
except it did not always work on mom.

In 1994, Terry won the Jodel Feast Award, at Hoover School.
It was the highest honor given to a outgoing fifth grader.
It was given by all the adults that worked in the school.
Proud is not the word to use.

In 1996, when he was thirteen years old,
Tiger chose to move to Montana and live with his father.
He loved nature, animals,
to camp,to fish,to hike, and the mountains.
The long distance phone calls, and letters,
kept us in close contact with Terry,
and he was always apart of our family...

On June 17, 1999, when Tiger was 16 years old,
he was killed when the truck he was a passenger in,
collide head on with a tour bus.
His death was instant..